Sun Liang.
The Emperor of Wuxia Province.
Beside him, a woman with icy eyes and ethereal beauty, her white robes embroidered with golden clouds, her aura refined yet dangerously sharp.
Jiang Chuchu.
She stepped forward, her brows furrowed in confusion, her eyes scanning the city below.
"What's going on?" Her voice was filled with genuine surprise.
"Didn't the reports say Jade Nation was on the verge of collapse? That we could absorb it into Wuxia Province effortlessly?"
The streets below were full of life.
Markets bustled, warriors patrolled with confidence, walls stood taller than before.
Jade Nation wasn't crumbling.
It was thriving.
Sun Liang's sharp gaze darkened, his brows furrowing into a frown.
"Chuchu, don't lose yourself over every small thing." His voice was stern. This was not the Jade Nation he had prepared to erase.
Something—or someone—had changed its fate.
And soon, he was about to find out who.
