Although Shaochen was slow with his hands, he was quick on his feet. He soon vanished to get to work.
After he left, Gungun grew even more languid. Reclining against the back of the chair in the main seat, he propped one fat leg on the low table before him and continued eating broad beans, mumbling as he chewed, "Bai Qi's about to be done for. Ying Zheng should be a few years old by now, so Liu Bang ought to be born soon, too. Liu Bang... munch, munch~"
After swallowing the broad beans in his mouth, Gungun radiated dazzling divine light. A transparent soul appeared, and he commanded inwardly, Split!
Whoosh! In an instant, a portion of his soul split off, turning into a streak of aurora that flew out of the hall.
It would head to the Underworld and enter the Human Race through reincarnation.
Gungun had said long ago that he would not compete with Ao Yue for the fortune of the imperial dynasty that would soon unify the Human Race. After all, it would fall after just two generations. What was there to fight over? If Ao Yue wanted it, Gungun would let him have it.
He only needed the dynasty that followed. Between Qin and Han, Han clearly had the greater fortune. It had even become the name of an ethnic group. As for Qin, later generations would remember only how it built upon the fierce legacy of six generations, the joke of its collapse after two generations, and the greatness of the First Emperor of Qin. Everything else would... drift away with the wind.
Not long after sending his divided soul off to reincarnate, Gungun finished all the broad beans in the earthenware jar. He licked his lips, still wanting more.
*Mm, next time,