Is it possible to return to the Capital, crossing millions of miles without relying on, or even needing to avoid, any assistance from others?
Zhao Douan also turned his head, looking towards the direction of the Capital, but he could only see the pale cold rain outside through the gaps of the dilapidated temple.
Amidst the background of rising war smoke everywhere, how easy is it to accomplish this? Especially with Zhenbao being gravely injured.
"Alright. We will set off tomorrow." He did not hesitate, nodding calmly. Since it's the only correct path, no matter how many hardships and obstacles there are, he can only face them.
The eyes of the woman emperor sitting cross-legged on the altar showed a hint of surprise, as if she hadn't expected Zhao Douan to agree so readily.
However, Zhao Douan had already started speaking to himself:
