"Please suit yourself."
"How can we stop the Celestial Emperor from talking to any Celestial Venerable today?"
"Indeed, even if we could stop it, you could still meet in secret."
One by one, the Celestial Venerables paused for a few seconds and then left again with smiles.
Fu Qingjun sat on the imperial throne of the palace, his expression inscrutable, as he watched the Celestial Venerables depart.
Soon, Emperor Xia was the only one left.
"Do you feel stifled and powerless? That's how they are... By the way, could I take you somewhere?" Emperor Xia suddenly said.
"Where to?"
Fu Qingjun smiled, thinking the other probably didn't know who he really was.
Behind Emperor Xia followed the Emperor Jing of those years,
Two hundred billion years had passed, and his appearance had aged significantly, but Fu Qingjun still recognized him.
"Has it been so long? To me, it was just a short while ago."
"This is the essence of time travel."
