Wang Xiao found himself busier than ever, handling state affairs day and night with practically no time to rest.
He could finally feel it—wisps of an intangible, indescribable energy flying in from all corners of the kingdom and coiling around him.
It was the hope of his countless subjects.
And the threads of their Destiny.
'It's almost time...'
Wang Xiao immersed himself in this feeling, dedicating himself even more to the affairs of the state.
He examined every matter, great or small, with meticulous care.
Just like that.
Day after day, year after year.
In the blink of an eye.
A cycle of sixty years had quietly passed.
Sixty years is neither a long time nor a short one.
It's long enough for one generation to give way to the next.
And long enough for a new dynasty to be completely transformed.
Since the new Emperor announced his new policies,
after a brief period of stagnation, the population across the land experienced explosive growth.
