That night at the Huainan Palace.
Liu Junjie, the Fourth Prince, was known as the King of Huainan. He stood alone on top of the palace's largest tower, letting the spring breeze touch the ends of his hair and running his wet fingers through the dark strands of his beard.
The sky was already dark, and the weather looked damp and gloomy, but he didn't seem to notice, even though the cold was starting to seep through the folds of his thick robe.
He was too busy observing and looking around, focusing his deep thoughts and attention on finding the White Pigeon, who was his most trusted general and the key to his plans. His most successful experiment and most valuable asset.
