The Heavenly Emperor sighed. After circling the Crystal Coffin, she propped her arms on it and looked at White Dragon from a different pose.
White Dragon Sister: "..."
Somehow, this pose felt even more provocative.
But never mind.
The Heavenly Emperor had done her the courtesy of changing her pose. Saying anything more would only make her seem fussy.
After a moment's thought, White Dragon Sister said slowly, "Although I don't know why you suddenly want to abdicate... if you intend to pass the throne to Gold Trigram, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
The Heavenly Emperor looked at White Dragon in confusion. "???"
"Because Gold Trigram is already dead. I was nearby when he fell. I saw it with my own eyes," White Dragon Sister said slowly.
"What?" The Heavenly Emperor looked utterly bewildered.
Gold Trigram died?
Did thousands of years pass in the outside world while I was circling the Crystal Coffin, admiring the Golden Dragon Progenitor's remains? And someone killed Gold Trigram during those thousands of years?
Had the Heavenly Emperor herself not mastered the way of time, she might actually have believed that guess.
White Dragon Sister said, "I said Gold Trigram is dead. I saw it happen, so... passing the throne to him is impossible."
"Hmm... I feel like there's been a breakdown in communication." The Heavenly Emperor leaned over the Crystal Coffin, a position that made standing a little easier. "My intuition tells me that although we've been talking for quite a while, we haven't been discussing the same subject."
This time, it was White Dragon Sister's turn to look bewildered.
"For instance, the Gold Trigram we're talking about isn't the same person," the Heavenly Emperor said.
"..." After a brief silence, White Dragon Sister asked, "Which Gold Trigram are you talking about?"
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