Not long ago, the White Emperor returned to his city.
And then, he returned to his Imperial City.
But Madam Mu was not there.
As he gazed at the deserted observation platform and the quiet stone hall, the White Emperor perked his brows.
He did not do so out of surprise or shock. Perhaps it signified interest.
The White Emperor walked up to the stone railing, feeling with his hands the coldness that he had not felt for several years. He gazed down at the Whalefall Platform, of which a large part was now collapsed, making it completely different from several years ago. With a serene expression, he recalled several matters, calculated several matters.
There was very little in the world that could surprise him.
Everyone believed that he would be in a rush to search for his wife to seize back his Imperial City, his city, and his country.
But this was not the case. He did not urgently seek out his wife, but stood by the railing and quietly waited.
