In the distance was the sea.
On the sea was a ship.
The Second Prince of the Great Western Continent stood at the bow of the ship, his clothes drifting in the wind, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.
Mu Jiushi sat in a cabin, occasionally turning her head to look at where they had come from, sorrow on her face.
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To a small stream, the Red River was extremely wide while the sea was beyond comparison.
But as the stream flowed down from the Starfall Mountains to White Emperor City, it became the Red River.
From the pier to the streets to the plaza to the meadow of Heavensguard Pavilion, people prostrated like a tide.
The White Emperor had returned to White Emperor City.
He had not returned directly to the Imperial City, but had decided to take a boat.
The path from the shore to the Imperial City was broad and open.
