The Great Tang Emperor faced the soldiers drawing their swords, and there was little change in his expression. Deep beneath the fierce visage, his own face involuntarily trembled.
"After the Great Tang perished..."
"You are still alive..."
The Great Tang Emperor murmured to himself, and then shook his head, "Saying that you are alive, would be too cruel for you."
"You chose to guard the spirits at the cost of your lives, cutting yourselves off from the cycle of rebirth, all just to dwell within the armor."
"The Great Tang is no more, what exactly is it that you persist in clinging to?"
The tone of the Great Tang Emperor was low.
It seemed as though he was asking himself, and yet it seemed he was also asking Lu Qianjun.
The soldiers behind Lu Qianjun, upon hearing the words of the Great Tang Emperor, had no reaction whatsoever. The endless years had eroded most of their spiritual wisdom.
Only the instinct to fight remained.
