Ji Huang opened his golden pupils, without the slightest surprise in his eyes.
He could not have been more familiar with that aura of the Dao.
"Mother."
He slowly closed his eyes, sighing softly in his heart.
Just as I thought.
He would never stop pursuing the Great Dao, and neither would his mother. Two equally proud, autocratic people would one day truly meet upon this road.
"Must we ultimately reach the point of fighting each other?"
Ji Huang opened his eyes again, his gaze already calm.
"No matter. It is still early."
Long ages remained before that day, enough for him to ponder at leisure and find a way to break the deadlock.
Yet this was probably the only matter that Immortal Emperor Yuanhuang, proud and self-assured all his life, had plotted over for so long without being able to calculate its outcome.
Mother and son never had the chance to reach the end of the Great Dao before resolving their problem.
That was precisely what made worldly affairs so interesting: the more someone believed they had seen through the entire chessboard, the more likely they were to lose to a piece they had never spared a glance.
The head of the Ji Clan, Ji Bingqian.
Ever since that day in the Immortal Abode, when a single remark from Yun Si shattered Ji Bingqian's beautiful dream that "the Yun Clan's Lady Sovereign was deeply in love with him," the head of the Ji Clan had spent quite some time nursing his wounded pride.
Those two successive cries of "worthless," in particular, left Ji Bingqian looking decidedly sour for quite a while afterward.
With the Ji Clan elders enthusiastically arranging matches, he began associating with the prodigies of one great clan after another, all young women of illustrious birth and