A Grand Dream of the Tang Dynasty

Not far from Lu Xi, a white-clad figure walked forward one step at a time. It looked like he was taking small steps, but who could tell how far each one actually carried him?

The figure was a middle-aged man dressed in white. He had an exceptionally refined air. His looks were unremarkable, yet he had a remarkably comforting presence. At that moment, his face was pale and his brow furrowed. His deep eyes revealed an imposing aura that seemed at odds with his temperament.

A new emotion appeared in the white-clad man's eyes: anticipation. He murmured, “Where does the hope of life in the Eight Desolations lie?”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.