Fang Pu was wearing a golden robe, and the nine five-clawed golden dragons embroidered on the robe looked noble and majestic. His steps were even, and every step was firm and composed. The sights and attention of tens of thousands of people seemed to have no impact on him. He turned his head and looked back, but he was the only one. His officials, his subordinates, his officers, and his soldiers were waiting for him to ascend the throne at the distant vermilion city gate. They felt inexplicably lonely, and Jiang Xiaolou's words rang in his ears. He said: "Fang Pu, this road is destined to be walked alone."