The one hundred and fifteenth year of the Orthodox Era.
The end of the year.
The night was deep, and all was silent.
In the east of the Divine Capital, at the unknown manor.
A carriage wrapped in black cloth stopped at the back door; after the elder in the purple robe got out, he looked at the bright red lanterns with a grave expression.
"Tonight, who knows how many will perish!"
The elder sighed softly, pushed the door open and, knowing the place well, made his way to the rear hall.
The hall was dark, with people filling the seats to the left and right, each of them wearing a hat and a black robe, their voices muffled and indistinct, their identities hidden.
"What, even now you dare not show your true faces?"
The elder walked straight forward and sat in the middle of the hall, looking towards the fat man in black on the left, "Prince Kang, with your size, it's pointless to deceive others!"