C1375 The Wasteland of the Cliff

Everything was ready. Soong Xiangyan gestured politely, and Di Yi, hands bound, stepped out of the Celestial Prison. The sunlight was soft, casting a serene, timeless glow on this esteemed statesman. Di Yi wore a long black robe, gold boots, and his silver hair was neatly tied, not a strand out of place.

The prison cart waited a few steps away. Soong Xiangyan and Wen Wan stopped behind Di Yi