The side hall was silent. Jiajing Emperor watched the incense burner as Huang Jin quietly walked over, his body pressing against the body of the burner; he pushed forward like he was lying down.
His face turned bright red, but the incense burner did not budge.
"Could it really make me immune to all diseases and replace my body's pillars?" Jiajing Emperor stared at Li Changzhou.
Going to the Moon, capturing the city's lights into a Fire Dragon, killing the Evil Flood Dragon—these things were miraculous, but what did they have to do with him, Jiajing Emperor, personally?
The true talents, those high practitioner Immortals he had appointed, which of them couldn't ascend to heaven or sink into earth, move mountains and seas?
And yet for him, all they could do was make him a bit more vigorous at night, unable to cure even his illnesses.
If not for his slight hope, how were those people any different from his Imperial Physician?
