Han Ye beckoned to the two giant tigers by his side, leaving a silhouette for the two men.
"Well then, let's go."
"To Dragon Capital City."
...
Dragon Capital City of Great Zhou.
Overlooking from the Imperial Palace God Martial Platform, the crowd was bustling in the street markets, voices rising and falling, trade caravans flowing ceaselessly, all 330 districts in the inner city open for business.
In a bustling neighborhood, in a luxurious private room in a tavern, pearl curtains framed the flower windows, and the meticulously carved wooden door complement the incense wafting from the Xuanwu brass furnace; the delicacies on the dining table, though, were untouched.
"You bunch of dumbasses!"
A cold voice emanated from the head of the table.
A group of masked, black-robed Demon Cultivators knelt on the ground, fearful to gaze at the clear, thin man in the black robe sitting at the head. He was born with an imposing pair of eyes, emanating an ominous air of sharpness.
