Thanks for the invite.
I'm in the imperial palace, a veteran of three reigns.
I've had my glory days and hit rock bottom.
Now, past sixty, I'm preparing to leave the palace and retire.
After seeing off another player who'd successfully made it out of the imperial palace's deadly game, Xu Nian gazed at the words that had suddenly appeared before him and fell into deep thought:
[At sixteen, you emerged from the Directorate of Punishments, no longer perfect, your eyes full of confusion. But imperfection is life, and perfection is always something to strive for.]
[Legend says martial arts can reach the highest heights, while the Immortal Dao is elusive. Master either to its peak, and you can be reborn from a drop of blood. So you decide to…]
Many years later.
Xu Nian, chief of the palace spies, commander of the Eastern and Western Depots, and the Great Qian Dynasty's divine dragon protector, was left speechless when strange people suddenly stormed into the palace, shouting, “Kill the eunuch!”
He couldn't tell whether he was simply too old to keep up with the times or the young people these days were playing things far too perversely.
