Real world.
Palace.
Council Hall.
All had been driven out, leaving only Zhao Junyu standing before the Emperor.
"Father Emperor, you called me here in the dead of night, what matter could it be?"
Zhao Junyu asked.
"Come with me," said the Emperor.
He led a confused Zhao Junyu to the front of that gigantic screen, gazing at the woman dressed in ancient attire depicted on it.
"Do you recognize her?" the Emperor asked.
"This… isn't this just an ancient mythological screen?" Zhao Junyu replied.
"This is your sister," said the Emperor.
"Ah? Huh?" Zhao Junyu responded blankly.
On the screen, in the midst of Cang Mountain, the forest swayed with the wind, a solitary moon hung high, with rivers stretching thousands of miles.
The woman suddenly slightly narrowed her eyes and looked out from the screen.
Zhao Junyu was startled and couldn't help but step back several times.
"She's coming back," said the Emperor.
"Father Emperor, what exactly is going on?" Zhao Junyu asked.