On the mountaintop, a gentle breeze blew.
Jiang Hao sat across from the Human Emperor, who pushed a cup of tea toward him. Jiang Hao picked it up slowly and asked,
"Senior, in your current state, can you still enjoy tea?"
"I can still drink it, though it’s not like before," the Human Emperor replied, smiling at Jiang Hao. "But I never would have thought that the famed 'Daoist Master of the Three Paths' would be the person I met in that era."
Jiang Hao also sighed. "Indeed, I never expected to encounter the emperor of that era so casually."
After setting down the teapot, the Human Emperor suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Jiang Hao. "Back then, I must thank you for your intervention."
Jiang Hao looked at him and, after a brief silence, said, "Don’t you blame me, Senior? If we’re being precise, Xuanyuan Ping’an’s death could be considered my doing."
Hearing this, the Human Emperor laughed.
"Do you see me as someone unreasonable?"
He then returned to his seat, his expression calm. "As a father, I completely understand Ping’an’s actions. His mother likely didn’t even know what he intended to do or what he was about to face.
Furthermore, there was no other choice to be made.
There wasn’t even the luxury of choosing between two options."