Shu Guan opened his suitcase, took out the ox horn massive bow and the quiver of iron arrows and slung them on his back, grabbed the ox ear tip knife in one hand, and wore the ten-eyed treasured pearl on his wrist. He hid the peach wood sword in the sleeve of his other arm, then closed the suitcase, and continued on his way.
Stepping on the dusty remains of the dead, he slowly made his way forward.
Some ten minutes later, Shu Guan arrived in front of the palace.
This was a palace even more magnificent than the highest ones in Spring Palace.
But beyond its grandeur, there was no trace of ornate splendor. The entire palace was built of bluestone, its edges sharp, its lines harsh, somber, and cold.
Shu Guan approached the front of the palace, facing a flight of tall stairs, each step as high as his shoulders, definitely not designed for ordinary members of the Human Race.
It was unknown for what sort of being such steep stairs were originally made.
