An eerie wind tore through the silent night.
A bone-chilling, miserable wail echoed across the entire imperial city.
Everyone with a timid heart who heard this sound felt their bodies tremble uncontrollably.
In truth,
it was not that they lacked courage.
Rather,
it was truly a great terror, a great crisis.
Li Shimin, the supreme ruler of the mortal dynasty, had suffered a calamity not long ago.
How could ordinary people like them not be terrified!
What could they do besides feel afraid?
This was the sorrow of ordinary people.
"BOOM!!!"
A few massive sounds overpowered the howling of the eerie wind.
"BOOM!!!"
Another series of sounds rang out, allowing the people in the imperial city tonight to feel a slight fading of the panic in their hearts.
"Ah—bastard, I'm going to kill you!" A roar suddenly burst forth, washing over the people who had just breathed a sigh of relief, causing their complexions to turn pale involuntarily as they spewed a mouthful of blood.
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Chang'an,
White Horse Temple.
This was the first temple in the Eastern Lands, and it had existed since the Han Dynasty.
At this moment,
on the cliff behind White Horse Temple, two figures stood tall. The night breeze gently blew their robes, and their hair fluttered in the wind.
An aura of peace and tranquility emanated from their bodies.
One could tell at a glance that they were definitely extraordinary people, though that was on the premise that people could see them.
"It seems this Tang Emperor was prepared long ago!"
"Preparation is not strange; after all, he is a Human King, and moreover the second-generation emperor of a dynasty. People like them are naturally cold-hearted, trusting no one, ruthless yet suspicious, with minds full of power struggles and schemes."
"Power struggles and schemes