It symbolizes the chaotic era of ceremonial collapse and the breakdown of order.
In their plan,
this chaos ought to begin with Xu Yinhe, the Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion, bearing the weight of the countless lives that will perish.
Yet Lou Ji couldn't understand why Xu Yuan was so insistent.
For merit?
Or perhaps, for prestige?
Lou Ji couldn't discern the reasons, but she could vaguely grasp his intentions, speaking softly:
"Actually, rather than bearing everything alone, Changtian, you can rely a little more on us old fellows. Your father is stronger than you imagine."
"I know."
Xu Yuan smiled faintly, his gaze lowering slightly.
The memories of his previous life in "Cangyuan" flowed through his mind like water, finally freezing on the scenes of the collapse of the Prime Minister's Mansion:
"...But those he faced were just as formidable."
Speaking softly,
