In the courtyard of the Wen Academy.
Xi Huang was sitting by the window, engrossed in a thick volume titled "Qin History."
She had been sleeping in the underground palace of the King Qi's palace for over a thousand years, oblivious to the events that occurred in that duration.
Recently, with some time on her hands, she started to catch up on history, starting with historical texts.
The "Qin History" in her hands was compiled by the Wen Academy.
Suddenly, she felt an inexplicable palpitation. Alarmed, she raised her head and looked towards the west. Something there was making her heart pound, as if she had encountered her nemesis.
On the table, a little green bird, which had been sleeping, suddenly woke up. It began to flap its wings and squawked, "It's the Human Emperor's Sword, run…"
With that, it dashed instantly and fled wildly to the outside of the house.
The Human Emperor's Sword?
Upon hearing this name, Xi Huang was taken aback.