In the quiet room, the teacup was empty. Red Makeup refilled it for Shen Bai and set it back down.
Shen Bai didn't reach for the cup. Instead, he stared at the white paper before him, lost in thought.
The white paper was covered in tiny, densely packed characters.
After Shen Bai had read all of its contents, his eyes narrowed.
'The Battle of Ten Thousand Cities was actually a conspiracy?'
Shen Bai stroked his chin, thinking to himself.
It recorded a grand and magnificent history, so incredible that a single glance was enough to inspire awe.
Legend had it that in a distant, ancient age, only one nation existed in all the world.
Its name was Great Qi, but the Jianghu People of the time called it the Daqi Divine Dynasty.
Immortality was the hallmark of Great Qi, symbolizing a world united and a dynasty that would last for ten thousand ages.
Yet, what in this world is truly immortal?
Many years later, the Daqi Divine Dynasty fell.
