The sky is high, the earth is distant, the wind is gentle, and the clouds are light.
On a side pavilion of the High Sky Throne Hall, the Jade Emperor, dressed in dragon robes, leaned against the railing, gazing over the layered palaces of Heaven, stroking his long beard in the breeze.
His crane-like eyes narrowed slightly.
"Your Majesty." General Curtain approached slowly from behind, bowed, and said respectfully, "Marshal Silver has gone to Guanghan Palace. The ministers in the main hall have begun to grumble—shall I send someone to urge him to return?"
Taking a deep breath, the Jade Emperor gazed at the shifting light in the sky and slowly sighed, "No need to hurry. Let them wait—wait for him."
His breath condensed into mist in the cold, icy air of the Celestial Palace, slowly drifting away.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
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Guanghan Palace—Marshal Silver himself could no longer remember how many years it had been since he last came here.
He had not dared to come.