Time is a long river, its waters flowing forward, never to return.
Be it ordinary people or those who stand at the pinnacle of the world, no one can reverse the turning of this river.
Qietuofu, as someone who had lived through that century-long war that spanned the globe, understood this better than anyone else.
He had witnessed too many people around him rise, fall, and ultimately vanish into the currents of history.
A century's worth of time had passed, and of those friends he once knew, only a few remained in this world.
And standing before him now, blocking his path, was one of those few—the White-haired War Emperor.
"Old friend, turn back. You know better than I how turbulent the waters of Xia Country are now. Once you step across its border, even if the Empire doesn't act against you, your chances of returning will be close to impossible."
