Soft whispers drifted, seemingly without end.
On the hillside, no one spoke anymore. It was very quiet, and the atmosphere seemed somewhat stiff.
She gazed at the distant lands and rivers, as if enjoying the momentary tranquility.
He watched the person before him; from this angle, she seemed like a different Master.
Yet, seeing Wen Yuqing struggling to maintain a smile, Chen Pingping felt somewhat suffocated for reasons unknown. A dull ache throbbed in his heart, and he longed to roar and charge into battle, Emperor Weapon in hand.
But he ultimately restrained himself. His strength was insufficient. His understanding was lacking.
Where are the formidable enemies? How strong are they? Where is the battlefield? What kind of path is Master actually treading?
「After a long while...」
Chen Pingping exhaled a murky breath and said, "I met Emperor Wuji."
Even a fleeting glimpse counts.
Wen Yuqing smiled. "How was he?"
