Even though he ruled over the Four Seas and governed all the common people, he was ultimately just a mortal and would have to face birth, aging, sickness, and death.
At this very moment, he finally felt his own vulnerability and powerlessness.
He looked around at the crowd pressing in, each person's face showing concern, but the old Emperor knew very well that it was just a façade.
Behind closed doors, countless people were waiting for his death, even his own sons were probably hoping he would die right there.
A wave of sadness swept through his heart, realizing that he was, after all, just a mere mortal.
"Am I truly a tyrant?" the old Emperor sighed as he asked the people.
His words lacked the usual authority and instead carried a hint of weakness, and the savvy people around immediately realized that the Emperor had indeed aged.
