Mu Wujiu of the Mu Clan

"How does it feel?"

This time, Elder Mu did not remain as silent as a stone statue. Instead, he took the initiative to ask.

Over those fourteen years, Li Shun had often talked to Qiqi, so he had not lost the ability to speak.

Qiqi was the name Li Shun had given the Tree Horse beneath him.

Li Shun thought for a moment, then answered earnestly, "The scenery is beautiful, but there is no one here. Undying through the ages, forever unchanging—it truly is dull."

The answer seemed to catch Elder Mu somewhat off guard. He froze for a moment.

Then he murmured Li Shun's words to himself. "Undying through the ages, forever unchanging—it truly is dull. Hahahaha—"

"Well said. Truly dull indeed."

As Elder Mu laughed, his weathered, deeply furrowed face relaxed.

His laughter continued, echoing above the burial mound for a long time.

"You're better than Mu Wujiu."

That was what Elder Mu said when his laughter abruptly stopped.

"Mu Wujiu? Who is he?" Li Shun was puzzled.

"This is Mu Wujiu's tomb. Who do you think he is?" Elder Mu fixed his clouded eyes on Li Shun, a trace of mockery in his voice.

"Mu Wujiu—Emperor Gan?"

At those words, Li Shun's mind reeled.

At last, he knew Emperor Gan's real name.

But then, a thought flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning.

"The Mu Clan's bloodline—"

"Mu Wujiu."

"Could it be—"

Li Shun's jaw dropped in utter disbelief.

"That's right. The tomb keepers are all descendants of the Mu Clan."

"Direct descendants or collateral branches—as long as they shared his blood, they were all relocated to the Imperial Tomb."

"That is how the tomb keepers came to be."

"Hehehe. What a fine emperor the Mu Clan produced!" Elder Mu practically ground the words through