Sealing an emperor, huh...
When Ji Yanzhong heard what Ji Zichang said, his heart felt as though he were awakening from some great dream of bygone days; he had originally thought he would be filled with grief at such a turn of events.
Yet in truth, Ji Yanzhong was far calmer than he had expected.
There was even a sense of: so it has come to this, after all.
A feeling that something vaguely foreseen had finally arrived, had finally come to pass.
The decline of the Red Emperor lineage was already a matter of course.
Aside from those decayed folk unwilling to face reality, still harboring illusions about this world, still hoping that when Prince Qin's fame shook the four quarters he would yet bow beneath them—everyone else had long since understood this.
They had merely never spoken it aloud.
