This is a palace complex, majestic, magnificent, and brightly lit at night.
In a palace, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe sat at a desk, looked at a young man standing in front of the window, and spoke slowly,
"Ye'er, you have reached the bottleneck of entering the Dao. You must not hold back on this moon festival event. You must let everyone in the world know how extraordinary the genius of my dynasty is!"
He wore a proud and satisfied smile on his face, but he could not hide the majesty deep in his eyes. It was obvious that he was a big shot who had been in a high position for a long time.
The young man was dressed in white and had a slender body. He stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands. The breeze came and blew his hair. When he heard the words, he did not turn around or speak. He just nodded. Facing his father's words, he looked extremely handsome.
His face was just plain, and even if you looked carefully, you could see a flicker of unnaturalness on the young man's face.
Almost thirty years later, he still couldn't get used to calling that man his father, and he still couldn't get used to wearing the yellow robe that symbolized the prince's status. He even suspected that there was something wrong with him, that he was a freak, otherwise why would he have such inappropriate emotions?
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He has only worn white clothes since he was a child. Even though he has many brothers and sisters, he has never been close to anyone. Except for his master, he has always been alone.
Thinking of his master, a smile finally appeared on the young man's plain face, but it soon disappeared.
Faced with the young man's rudeness and arrogance, the middle-aged man did not show any displeasure. It was obvious that he had become accustomed to it over the past thirty years, from being initially confused to now being used to it.
My son is the best in the dynasty in terms of talent, appearance and temperament. Even if you look at the entire continent on the other side, he is like a rare existence.
But such an outstanding son is like a stray beast, never getting close to anyone, including his father.
At first, he also doubted whether there was something wrong with his son, but after a long period of observation, everything was normal. Maybe it was just a personality. He could only explain it this way, and after thirty years, he had already become accustomed to it.
No matter what, he is his son, right?
Moreover, he is such an excellent son.
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"It's nothing, I'm leaving first!"
The young man finally turned around and said a stiff farewell.
The middle-aged man nodded, still smiling, watching the young man's figure gradually go away.
The young man left the palace and walked all the way north, neither urgent nor slow, each step was a hundred feet long, no more, no less.
It wasn't until a while later that the young man came to a river. It was said to be a river, but there was no drop of water. There was only a huge dry riverbed lying bare on the ground, with no end in sight.
He straightened up his appearance and then looked up at a place across the river. There was a small courtyard there. It was very ordinary. Compared to the palace not far away, it was even a bit shabby and shabby!
But such an ordinary courtyard is more important to the young man than the entire palace!
A stone bridge connects the two banks. This stone bridge is also the only bridge on this river called Wangchuan River. I heard that the stone bridge had a special name before, but it has been forgotten now.
The young man slowly stepped onto the stone bridge, step by step, slowly and steadily, walking seriously and with a hint of respect.
Cross the bridge
look back
Looking at the road he walked, the young man felt calm. Every time he walked across this stone bridge, he would become calmer. This stone bridge seemed to have the effect of washing people's soul.
He raised his eyes to look at the small courtyard in front of him, bowed and said softly,
"Master!"
There was no movement in the small courtyard. The young man was accustomed to it and still maintained his saluting posture meticulously.
After a long time, a voice came from the small courtyard,
"Um."
The voice is gentle, unpretentious but extremely pleasant to the ears. She is actually a woman!
When the young man heard the voice, he stood up slowly, with an imperceptible smile and satisfaction on his handsome face.
He didn't speak again, nor did he take another step forward. No sound was heard from the small courtyard.
Such a strange scene, yet extremely harmonious.
After a while, the young man saluted again and was speechless.
Then he turned around and left as calmly as when he came.
This scene has been going on for twenty-six years. Ever since he was accepted as a disciple by the Heavenly Master at the age of three, he has been coming here every day and has never slacked off.
He was naturally curious about the most mysterious Celestial Master in the dynasty, his master, but he did not dare to be rude, because she was not only a Celestial Master, but also the most powerful person in the dynasty!
He had so many thoughts and thoughts that he could only suppress in his heart and could not express them.
Because Master said, you can only listen, not ask.
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On the other side of the dynasty, the towering city wall stood in black, like a giant python winding thousands of miles, and in front of the city wall, there was an endless plain.
A figure walked from the end of the plain, not in a hurry.
As he got closer, he could clearly see the face of the person coming.
This is a young man with white clothes and white hair. He is as handsome as an immortal. His perfect face is calm. He is neither low-key nor deliberately ostentatious. Even if he does not exude any aura, his appearance and temperament alone are enough to make the world go crazy.
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The young man stopped, raised his eyes, and looked at the city wall in front of him.
Those particularly bright eyes were still as calm as water.
"Is this the Wangchuan Dynasty..."
The young man murmured to himself, then a smile appeared on his lips, and he slowly entered the imperial city under the disbelieving eyes of the guards guarding the city.