Li Yuan placed the inscribed kite beside the Emperor’s bed.0

That handwriting, paired with the swallow kite, held deep meaning.0

The kite was the very same style they had flown together, back when Ji Hu was just a boy—when Li Yuan had carried him on his back, running through the wind.0

He didn’t even know why he did it. Maybe, just maybe, unlike Xie Wei’s cold calculation, he still harbored a trace of warmth for that pitiful, angry child.1

The kite couldn’t prove anything. But maybe, just maybe, it would give the boy a little more strength.0

Afterward, he retrieved the three fire-colored banners of Wei Huosheng, hiding them away in the secret compartment under Clear Mind Hall..0

Then he turned his attention to the Red Sleeve Blade. And as he studied it, he noticed something strange. When he had used it, when it had devoured 10,000 years of his...0