Zhang San knew that Yang Quan was already dead.
He then put down the strip of cloth he had cut from the dragon robe on Yang Quan's body and cradled Yang Quan, placing him on the dragon throne and letting him lie properly.
Next, Zhang San turned around and bowed with clenched fists to everyone in the great hall who, for unbeknownst reasons, now knelt seemingly loyally.
"Everyone, the Red Emperor has departed. But after all, he was the Emperor of the Great Sui, the Red Dust Immortal of our Imperial Path. I still hope everyone can give him a proper burial. Do not let him be exposed to the wilderness."
Wen Chudao nodded.
"Dead men clear debts. Whatever has happened in the past is already behind us. And as the Emperor, we will naturally bury him properly."
Having finished his sentence, Wen Chudao keenly sensed an issue.
"Zhang San, what do you mean by this? You're not planning to leave again, are you?"
