Wu Ling muttered to herself.
As she muttered, her bright eyes flickered, revealing deep colors of concern.
Wu Ling stood by the round window for a long time.
After a while, Wu Ling took a deep breath and slowly clenched her fists.
"Regardless, if the Princely Heir has decided to do this, there must be a reason for it."
"And..."
"The Princely Heir is now a Sky-Man..."
"If the Princely Heir is already a Sky-Man, it's possible he might really be able to establish his own dynasty."
"It might also fail."
"In any case, if I can become the Empress of Great Zhou and if my cultivation strength could improve further, I might be able to help the Princely Heir in some way."
Speaking thus, her tone gradually became more determined.
Wu Ling looked outside the round window at the moon hanging in the night sky.
"Sky-Man..."
"I am almost there too."
Wu Ling turned around and walked to the bed.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused, beginning her cultivation.
