Chapter 493: The Fate of the World by the Roadside
The cat trotted alongside the Daoist, occasionally turning its head to glance back at the two armies growing smaller and smaller in the distant mountains. Then, just as often, it turned to look up at the Daoist beside it.
“Was that person really the emperor?”
The calico cat wore a puzzled expression, asking almost the same question it had asked on the night they first returned from meeting the emperor.
With its small mind and limited understanding, it couldn’t quite grasp why such a drastic change had occurred.
Song You, too, remembered that night.
A grand banquet in the palace.
The emperor, seated high above all, supreme and untouchable. He had gazed down at the world with the indifference of a god, his presence so imposing that even the little cat had been deeply shaken.
And so, Song You answered just as he had that night.
“Yes, he is the emperor.”
“Why isn’t the emperor powerful anymore?”
“An emperor himself is not powerful. What makes him powerful is the recognition and loyalty of the people.”