Madam Mu's eyes became extremely serene, like a massive whale was slowly swimming at the bottom of the ocean, about to flap its wings and tail and raise furious waves.
Suddenly, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, there was no anger in them, only absolute and frightening calm.
It was still the deepest ocean. There were no angry waves, but a pressure that mortals found difficult to endure.
"When I opened my eyes and saw that little white dot in the stormy waves, I thought it was a seagull, that it represented the freedom of my life."
After a moment of silence, she continued, "Many years later, even when Imperial Uncle expelled me from the Great Western Continent, I still believed this, so I did not feel disappointed. On the contrary, I believed that I had obtained my wish. But it was also on that day that I realized that the little white dot I saw was not a seagull, but a sail.
"Zhou Dufu rode a boat alone through the waves and returned in boredom. Only when I learned the truth of this story did I understand that my life had never been free. That white sail represented coming and going, signifying that we must return to our homeland. This was the true meaning of my life."
The little Black Dragon did not understand the meaning of Madam Mu's words.
Madam Mu also had no intention of continuing to explain and left the cliff.
Countless years ago, her Imperial Uncle had found an excuse to expel her from the Great Western Continent. She began to travel the continent, meeting many extraordinary figures, ultimately becoming the Empress of the Demi-human race.
Relying on her icy intelligence and methods, she obtained the White Emperor's trust and love, the Tianhai Divine Empress's trust and friendship. But she had not expected that in the battle between the White Emperor and the Demon Lord in the snowy plains to the north of Mount Han, both sides heavily wounded, Shang Xingzhou, who had hidden himself for so many years, suddenly rose.
Her judgment of the situation was still accurate. Without hesitation, she stood at Shang Xingzhou's side and obtained his promise.
Just as the situation was gradually getting under her control and the great undertaking she had been planning for so many years was about to succeed, the Imperial Uncle she had trusted and even revered since childhood had suddenly died.
News of what had happened on the plateau of Holy Maiden Peak had already reached her ears.
The Great Western Continent's plan had been exposed. Many people had turned their gazes to White Emperor City, to her. Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi had even come.
Logically speaking, she should have been very nervous, at least a little uneasy, but she was not. She was just as calm, composed, and confident as ever.
The white sail flapped in the wind, extremely striking in the turbid red waters.
The big boat broke through the waves and went straight to the other side.
She walked up the stone steps and headed towards the palace at the very top.
The thousands of Demon Race soldiers on both sides of the stone steps saluted.
In the streets not far away, countless Demon Race citizens knelt on the ground, shouting all kinds of greetings and greetings.
Arriving in front of the Imperial Palace, she gently rubbed her abdomen in her sleeves.
Then, she turned around and looked down at the majestic white city. A confident smile appeared on her indifferent face.
This was her city.
Even if Bie Yanghong and his wife, Chen Changsheng, the Prefects of the Orthodoxy, and Wang Po came together, they would still die.
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The Demon Law was very simple and only had seventeen pages.
It was written very clearly on the first page: White Emperor City belonged to White Emperor.
On the second page, there was a beautiful addition: White Emperor City also belongs to every demi-human that lives within it.
In fact, for countless years, the sentence on the first page had been thoroughly implemented, while the sentence on the second page had remained on the page.
To the demi-humans, the glory of the Demi-human race made them proud to live in White Emperor City, but to become the true master of White Emperor City? That could only be imagined, not even daring to think about it, unless they had already drunk a lot of wine and were as drunk as mud.
Perhaps it was for this reason, but even more so because of their personalities, the vast majority of demi-humans loved to drink, especially strong wine.
The outer part of White Emperor City along the river was dotted with all sorts of small taverns. These taverns sold cheap but strong wine and terrible but expensive food. They stole large amounts of money from the lower-class people and the tribal youths who came to sell their wares.
A place like this was surrounded every day by the stench of animal hides, feet, and vomit, so it naturally smelled extremely unpleasant. If not for the fact that it was so close to the river and that the Bureau of Health would send people to roughly wash it with the water of the Red River, not even the hunters of the Gaoling tribe would be able to endure it.
A very ordinary small tavern by the river was just as noisy as any other small tavern, and its back door was just as cold and cheerless as any other. A mountain of bowls and wine cups was piled there. The only difference was that the figure squatting in front of the basin washing the dishes was extremely tall and sturdy, like a real mountain.
The mountainous man had his head lowered as he silently washed the dishes, as if the noisy world behind him had nothing to do with him.
The back door of the tavern was pushed open with a creak, and two drunken customers staggered out. They didn't seem to see the man washing the dishes, so they untied their pants and began to pee. The man hurriedly moved the basin further away and reminded them at the same time.
Only now did the two customers notice the dishwasher. One of them cursed, "Don't you have eyes!? Hurry up and get out of my way! "
His companion, who had drunk a little less, patted him on the shoulder and pointed at the dishwasher as he whispered a few words to him. The scolding customer sobered up a little and then let out an exaggerated laugh. "Oh my, is this the legendary bear cub?"
His companion laughed, indicating that he should hurry up and finish his business and go back to drinking. The customer laughed and cursed a few more times before leaving.
The man picked up a large water jar and washed the ground along the wall. Shaking his head, he continued to wash the dishes in silence.
It was clear that he was very skilled at washing dishes. The mountainous dishes in the basin danced through his seemingly clumsy hands and were quickly cleaned. He carried the washed dishes back to the tavern's kitchen. Just as he was about to wash the stove, he was called back by the boss, who said that business was too good today and that the front was too busy, so he needed him to help serve wine.
When he arrived at the front hall of the tavern, the clamor suddenly stopped and countless gazes were cast over.
The lights in the tavern were rather dim, but one could clearly see the face. Although this man, who was as tall and sturdy as a mountain, had a full beard, his eyes were clear and bright. He was clearly still very young, and when one recalled the rumors of the Bear tribe being forthright and old-fashioned, this person was likely still a youth.
The reason the clamor in the tavern suddenly died down was the arm strength displayed by this bear youth.
A total of twelve pots of strong wine hung from his left arm like heavy fruits. They did not tremble in the slightest and seemed extremely stable.
"As expected of the famed young hunter of the Bear tribe. This strength is truly great."
"He's that Xuanyuan Po?"
Yes, he was Xuanyuan Po.
The bear youth washing dishes in the tavern by the river was Xuanyuan Po.
Five years had passed, but his simple and honest self seemed to still be doing the same thing.
To the entire continent, the name Xuan Yuan Po had long been cleanly forgotten. However, to the customers who frequented this small tavern and the surrounding neighbors, this name was very famous. This was because he had once been to the capital. To the demonic tribes, the human world was incomparably far away. Anyone who had been there had the qualifications to boast about it.
The drunkard who had gone to the back street to pee gave a strange laugh and said, "Isn't this just a piece of trash?"
As he said this, many gazes fell on Xuanyuan Po's right arm.
Xuanyuan Po's left arm was as strong as a massive tree, but his right arm was somewhat withered for some reason, looking like a withered branch.
The contrast between the two arms was extremely clear, making this scene all the more miserable.
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