Night fell, and the bright moonlight spread across the mountains.
On a hill thick with pines and cypresses, Wenren Sheng stood with Inspector Liu.
Concealed by the trees, they watched another hill a hundred meters away.
The trees there were sparse, leaving the place wide open and fully visible.
Under the moonlight stood four people, divided into two sides facing each other from north to south.
On the North Side stood a woman. On the other side were three people, two men and a woman.
The quiet mountains held nothing but the chirping of insects.
Their voices carried over clearly.
"I see."
Among the group of three, the person in the middle wore a white suit and was sighing heavily.
"I always found it strange. Were those wise and mighty emperors truly so afraid of death? They clearly knew the dream of immortality was an illusion, yet when death came, they still insisted on futile efforts, needlessly tarnishing their reputations in their final years. Emperor Qin, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang... none were exceptions."
"Only now do I truly understand. The more a person possesses, the more they fear death."
"That old fool Li Shi'an actually took you... an Ancestral Seed bearer with nothing more than multiple personalities, as proof that the Ancestral Seed could enable reincarnation. He staked his old life on desperately clutching at that straw."
"He has lived for over two hundred years. Has he still not lived enough?"
"Ridiculous, pitiful, tragic, lamentable!"
"I am a fool too. I understood the Ancestral Seed better than anyone and clearly knew it was impossible, yet I still went to so much trouble and stirred up all this fuss, giving so many people a good laugh for nothing."
"Still, it was not entirely wasted effort. After all,