Jian Wushuang half-leaned in front of the haystack and said slowly, "I'm not some Emperor you're talking about. I'm just a wandering cloud, a wild crane."
Chun Qiu did not say anything more and just smiled in return.
"Why were you captured here as a prisoner?" Jian Wushuang turned to look at him and said.
"Because I was defeated." Chun Qiu did not hide anything and said slowly, "My father was once an Emperor, but he died in the war. As the son of the Emperor, although I was spared from being slaughtered, I became a prisoner. It would be better to have died back then. At least I would have died happy."
"Do you know how many years I've been in this state?" Chun Qiu laughed at himself. "Even the birth and death of the galaxies in the universe has already begun countless cycles."
"I've always wanted to leave this place, but it's just an extravagant hope."
