Esse Imperador é Perfeito Demais

By the banks of the Luo River lay a spot revered as sacred ground by anglers. Whenever the empire’s official weekends arrived, the riverbank would be densely populated with people, their fishing rods standing upright like a forest, creating a unique and picturesque scene.

Among them was Bai Yujing.

He wore minimal makeup to conceal his striking features, dressed simply in a black T-shirt and casual pants, seated steadily on a small folding stool. His fishing rod slanted into the river’s surface.

Unlike the others, he never baited his hook.

As a result, his fishing line remained utterly still.

He wasn’t here to fish; rather, he sought tranquility.

Perhaps due to age, he increasingly enjoyed retreating to secluded places to reminisce about the past, especially those tumultuous, grand days when the Great Han Empire was founded.

Side by side with like-minded comrades, they shattered the corrupt and dark old order, establishing with their own hands a new realm filled with light and hope.

Those were the most diligent days of his life.

He traveled the world, addressing endless challenges and state affairs.

One by one, his companions departed over the long years.

Though Blue Star possessed extraordinary powers, these abilities did little to extend lifespan.

Awakened and mastered superhumans had lifespans no different from ordinary people.

Reaching transcendent status extended life by two hundred years.

For legendary warriors, four centuries was the limit.

Bai Yujing had lived over five thou