Chapter 503: She Wanted to Rob the Cradle

Late at night, Harta sat quietly beneath the peach tree, which still glowed with a verdant light under the cover of night. Occasionally, wisps of mysterious patterns flickered across its branches. Gradually, Harta's turbulent emotions calmed down. Regardless of whether he was the prophesied one, his path had to continue. He had known for a long time, practically since birth, that some paths were predestined and beyond his control. As the son of the Star Emperor, ruler of the star domain and a mighty...