In the stormy night, a white-robed man with an eerie golden mask stopped on Phoenix Parade in the capital city. One man and one sword carrying two heads stopped Lin Qingtian's entourage.
Lin Qingtian's horses rustled and couldn't come forward while that person walked towards the entourage step by step.
A few hundred meters away on Three Sages Temple, Yan Liqiang's sharp eyes pierced the rain and darkness locking onto that person, more specifically, the two heads. As the person walked, the two heads wobbled, giving Yan Liqiang a familiar feeling.
"Who dares to stop the Grand Chancellor on his way?" one guard yelled at the man.
The man didn't seem to hear it and kept walking towards them. The horses were all out of control and wouldn't listen no matter how much the guards beat them.
