The Prologue

When you are lonely and hopeless, a door will be opened beside you.

Lu Mingfei waited for eighteen years, and at his most frustrated moment, the door opened.

This book is dedicated to all frustrated children with dreams.

– Jiang Nan

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  1. Anonymous12 July 2023 at 08:58

    Hi bor,Is there a piece of "White Emperpr City" missing?

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  2. Anonymous9 September 2023 at 05:03

    bro what you mentioned is actually "badi city" right in the next chapter,scene 0

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Prologue Scene 0: Bai Di City Scene 1: The Gate of Cassel (1) Scene 1: The Gate of Cassel (2) Scene 1: The Gate of Cassel (3) Scene 1: The Gate of Cassel (4) Scene 1: The Gate of Cassel (5) Scene 1: The Gate of Cassel (6) Scene 1: The Gate of Cassel (7) Scene 2: Golden Pupils (1) Scene 2: Golden Pupils (2) Scene 2: Golden Pupils (3) Scene 2: Golden Pupils (4) Scene 2: Golden Pupils (5) Scene 3: The Dictator (1) Scene 3: The Dictator (2) S cene 3: The Dictator (3) S cene 3: The Dictator (4) Scene 4: The Bronze City (1) Scene 4: The Bronze City (2) S cene 4: The Bronze City (3) Scene 4: The Bronze City (4) S cene 4: The Bronze City (5) S cene 5: Dragon’s Shadow (1) Scene 5: Dragon’s Shadow (2) S cene 5: Dragon’s Shadow (3) S cene 5: Dragon’s Shadow (4) Scene 6: Stars and Flowers (1) Scene 6: Stars and Flowers (2) Scene 6: Stars and Flowers (3)
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Scene 0: Bai Di City

“Brother…” Someone was whispering in the dark. It’s really annoying! Whose child got lost? “Brother.” The child shouted again. Annoying, annoying! Brother? Not here! “Brother… Then I’ll go…” Said the child in a low voice, which faded away. Suddenly, he could not bear it. The sound of the fading away sounded lonely, reminding him of the child’s retreating figure, like an abandoned beagle. “Well, well, well! Which block, which street and which house do you live on? What’s the name of your unreliable brother? I’ll take you home!” He turned over and sat up. He sat on the ground in the sun, dressed in white as bright as the moon. What he saw was a white camellia blooming in a thick porcelain vase. After the camellia, the child was lying on the desk, writing a calligraphy with his ink brush. “Well, you didn’t go? Are you kidding me?” He wanted to speak, but he didn’t. Naturally, he did something. There was a dish of green grapes on the table. He picked a small bunch from it and handed it to
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