Winter.
The car glided along a silent road.
The handsome man seated in the back was imbued with an aura of profound darkness, refined by years of hardship and solitude. His face, virtually unchanged from eighteen years ago, bore no marks of age, yet the corners of his eyes and brows exuded a frigid hostility that kept others at arm's length.
The car came to a halt. A bodyguard stepped forward to open the door, "High Priest, we've arrived."
Long legs stepped out of the car, fine snowflakes gently landing upon his dark, tailored coat.
Muo Huangnian lifted his gaze to the endless snowfall, his eyes narrowing slightly. Another year was passing.
How many years had it been?
Eighteen.
Was it long? He silently mouthed the number, curling his lips faintly. Manman, it's been so long since we last met.
The bodyguard lowered his head and said, "High Priest, should we go in now? Everyone at the Family Meeting has arrived and is waiting for us—the Qin's Castle representatives."
