"There will still be people, those with ambition in their hearts, carrying the blood of the Red Emperor, continuing to gallop across the world, still stirring the people's hearts, still claiming legitimacy. But, this is not your fault, eight hundred years of chaos, eight hundred years of the Red Emperor."
"This title has already become like an imprint, lodged within people's hearts."
"Today you seize the Emperor, tomorrow someone seizes the crown prince. The legitimacy of the Red Emperor lineage that lasted eight hundred years, this shadow cast over the world, is a perfect excuse, a reason, a tradition. The Red Emperor lineage has barely survived several times."
"I know..."
Su Wang's expression froze, watching the current Red Emperor extend his hand, the twelve-chapter crown of the emperor drooped down. He looked at the people in front of him and suddenly smiled. That fear, the fear rising from the heart, suddenly disappeared. He simply and calmly said:
