Time flowed like water.
Two days passed quickly.
For some, these two days were joyful.
But for others, they were painful.
Take Luo Xiu, for example. To complete the arduous task of passing on The Di Family lineage, Luo Xiu had given his all these past two days.
Early this morning, Luo Xiu packed his belongings and went to say goodbye to his Senior Sister, the Empress.
Di Xuanji looked at Luo Xiu, who had clearly lost some weight, and his dark circles. Thinking about how she had drained him dry these last two days, she suddenly felt a pang of heartache and guilt.
However, with Luo Xiu's help, her Bright Dragon Emperor Heart Art had also been cultivated to its pinnacle.
"Little Mule, be careful in Africa."
Luo Xiu rubbed his aching back with one hand and weakly waved with the other.
"Give me a break. Africa is nothing compared to the dangers of the Imperial Palace. Being with an Empress is truly like accompanying a tiger!"
