The place where Li Huowang was now staying was the small courtyard house Ji Xiang had left him before. He had to admit, having a place like this in the Capital City was convenient—at least he didn't have to stay at an inn, and he wasn't afraid of anyone seeing Black Taisui in the yard.
At this moment, his hands clasped behind his back and his brows tightly furrowed, Li Huowang gazed out at the desolate, snow-laden street outside. There were already few people on the road, as the Capital City's curfew had come early tonight.
Without uttering a word, Li Huowang stood silently by the window, as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, the crisp sound of "clop-clop-clop" horse hooves echoed out, and a group of burly men clad in furs charged their steeds toward the Capital City.
