Chapter 16 The Story of a Young Taoist Priest

In the dimly lit world, the imperial palace seemed silent in the depths of the palaces. The far-reaching roofs looked like the roc’s extended wings, and the glazed tiles in the rain were glittering peacefully. The floor-to-ceiling lanterns in the palace were all lit, and the young emperor was standing by the golden pillar carved with the pattern of the dragon, looking at the rain.