At the summit of the mountains, isolated from the world below, one could see layer upon layer of overlapping mountains, lush and verdant, brimming with life...
For some reason, Chen Pingping heard a tone of helplessness and desolation in White Emperor's seemingly calm words. But what could possibly be amiss? He pondered carefully for a long while before speaking, "It doesn't seem so."
White Emperor remained silent as the breeze tousled her long hair and fluttered her clothes, her mesmerizing eyes contemplating the vast lands and rivers in the distance.
It seemed as though she was reminiscing, contemplating.
And it was at this moment, Chen Pingping caught a glimpse of the shadow of a mother in White Emperor.
Yes! She was more than just an Emperor Realm; she was a mother.
Contemplating this, he felt a twinge of guilt in his heart and inquired, "My Lord? Are you alright?"
