Watching Chu Batian leave Lingxiao Hall with Sumu, Chu Qinghuang felt a lingering pang of reluctance in her heart. Although she had only met Chu Batian a few times, she was well aware of his deep affection for her. To assume the position of Monarch of the Human Realm so that he could go to Yeling Continent sooner, he had spent nearly a year just recovering from his injuries—something an ordinary person could never endure.
Chu Qinghuang stood in place for a long time before turning to leave. Ever since the Eastern Region Grand Tournament, she had been constantly on the move and had not relaxed in a long time. After finishing dinner, Chu Qinghuang and Feng Qingmu retired early to their respective bedchambers to rest. After returning to her room, Chu Qinghuang took a hot bath and fell into a sweet, deep sleep, while Feng Qingmu drifted into a very strange dream.
In the dream, clad in silver armor and covered in blood, he stood on a dim battlefield. He had not a shred of Spiritual Power left in his body; even standing required the support of the sword in his hand, and his body bore countless injuries of all sizes. Just as he was about to collapse from exhaustion, a group of people appeared behind him to catch him, calling out to him anxiously as they carried him at top speed into a tent.
Chapter 455