Xue Wuhen was delivering takeout when a Rolls-Royce hit him and sent him flying. As he hovered on the brink of death, he remembered what that mysterious old man had once told him.
"Young man, you have the bearing of a Great Emperor. One day, you'll surely wear the imperial robes."
Xue Wuhen mocked himself. "I really am wearing imperial robes!"
Xue Wuhen slowly opened his eyes and murmured, "Wasn't I hit and killed?"
"Ding! Would you like to bind the sign-in System?"
