The doors of the Bright Hall slowly closed before their eyes.
And with that, all the outside crises, all the splendor, were shut out. The hall returned to silence after the doors closed with a heavy thud.
Shang Ruyi lifted her head, watching Chu Yang as he ascended the Danbi step by step, lost in thought, facing the resplendent Dragon Chair.
His back was as lonely as ever.
Just moments ago, surrounded by swords, nearly driven to the brink of despair, Chu Yang had told Wang Shaoji and Wang Shaoqiu and the others just one thing—The Emperor has his own way to die and place to die. These men seemed reluctant to push him too hard, thus allowing access to the Bright Hall and letting him begin his final journey there.
Then, they all retreated outside the hall.
At this moment, only the two of them were left in the Bright Hall, and in the center of the hall was the sword that Wang Shaoji had left behind.
This, then, was their end...
