Zhou Long

Gazing at the rising sun, Hui Yue could not help but think of the woman who was most likely playing around with five small children, living today like every other day she had lived for the past millennia.

It was early morning. Usually, the entire city was still sleeping, but nothing was as usual. The streets which were normally filled with bakers and message boys were now bustling with citizens and mercenaries alike, walking wherever they wished and purchasing sweet treats or savory buns. A few were buying medicine and medicinal plants to assist them in the finals while others were spending their prize money on armor or weapons.

Moving from the courtyard, Hui Yue was once more wearing his black cloak. This time it was not so much for the sake of being hidden. It was protection because the cloak was capable of absorbing all attacks coming his way due to the nullifying inscriptions engraved on it.