The chaos across the land only lasted for a fleeting moment.
Each general took their military orders and withdrew.
Li Guan Yi’s expression was calm and peaceful as he looked toward the distant horizon.
Chen Wenmian and the others had also left.
Li Zhaowen waved his hand, signaling the demon subordinates’ commanders to retreat first.
The Qin Emperor gazed at the world.
Li Zhaowen stood silently behind him, watching.
After a long pause, Li Guan Yi came back to his senses and asked, “Zhaowen, what are you looking at?”
Li Zhaowen looked at his back and smiled softly. “Looking at the world.” His palms rested behind his back, calm and free, but his fingertips gently grasped the cuff of his premium battle robe.
His nails pressed slightly, he took a shallow breath, then exhaled slowly, repeating this three times.
Just now he had appeared relaxed and poised as he stepped forward.
As his heel touched the ground, he could feel the texture of the earth beneath his feet.
His sleeves fluttered lightly as he walked over and stood shoulder to shoulder with the Qin Emperor, speaking as casually as if discussing old times. “It’s been so many years. That poor little pharmacist back then almost had the entire world under his feet.”
“There’s nothing more wondrous in this world than that.”