Xu Zimei felt a hint of doubt, as the world knew that the White Emperor followed the Empress to participate in the final battle, and then completely vanished.
From then on, White Emperor Mountain became a land without a master.
Encountering the White Emperor here again, Xu Zimei couldn't help but be astonished.
"This is an external manifestation of myself. There's no need for surprise," the scholar-robed man said with a laugh.
"I am the White Emperor, but not the true White Emperor."
"Are you looking for me for something?" Xu Zimei asked.
"Because I offended you by not kneeling?"
"No, no, it was merely a test. Those who do not kneel, those with pride in their bones, are the ones eligible to meet me," the scholar-robed man shook his head with a smile.
"The White Emperor left behind a legacy, with the purpose of finding someone to inherit it."
"I've come for the legacy, but not to become his successor," Xu Zimei said.
