Behind the Emperor, Where Is the Web Woven?

"After going to the Outer Void, did everything before your eyes lose its appeal?"

This was a spacious, spotless chamber. All manner of books lined both sides, while a meditation cushion sat in the middle. Through the window beside them, one could see Jiankang's towering palace halls and the myriad lights of countless homes in the distance.

A zither, a small incense burner.

This was Old Su's residence within the palace.

Su Che looked at the faint stubble on Old Su's face.

Once martial cultivation reached the Fourth Grade, while one could not regenerate from a drop of blood, regrowing limbs and repairing missing flesh was no difficult matter.

Even without reaching the Fourth Grade, Su Che knew of several spirit medicines and Golden Cores capable of restoring bodily defects.

Under such circumstances, Old Su could still live in the palace. Su Che did not know whether to say the old emperor was broad-minded, or that this granduncle of his truly did not care.

Third Young Master Su asked himself: if he and Old Su had traded places, every son of the old emperor would definitely have been his own seed.

"Not bad."

Su Che smiled. "This time, I descended from the Yellow Heaven Sect because there was urgent business within the sect..."

"Let's not talk about that."

With a casual flick of his finger, Old Su lit the aloeswood incense in the burner.

"I still need to ask you that question again."

"Do you want to be emperor?"

Su Che shook his head firmly. "No interest."

"Why?"

"The moment I think that my descendants will inevitably have to suffer a scene like today at someone else's hands, all interest vanishes."

"Why think that way? If you like, you can be emperor for a thousand years, ten thousand years."

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