"You remain as you once were, yet I am now old and decrepit!"
Shang Tang stepped out from the Void Gate and entered the Palace of the Polestar.
Gazing upon the Fierce Empress seated upon the Dragon Chair, whose grace remained unchanged, a trace of reluctance and loneliness unwittingly surfaced within his murky eyes.
He too had been a dominant sovereign over the Primordial for tens of thousands of years, as glorious as the Fierce Empress.
Tens of thousands of years hurried by, and he had relinquished his position as Great Emperor due to his lifespan tens of thousands of years ago, secluding himself deep within Emperor City, lowering the decay of his lifespan by way of slumber.
How pitiful and lamentable!
The Fierce Empress looked at Shang Tang, her disciple, as he confided his grievances, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.
"Though you are indeed aged and not long for this world."
"Yet the opportunity has come, hasn't it?!"
