Chapter 139: Spare the Head

3 a.m. had not yet passed, and the sky was a vast expanse of desolation, with the pale edges of dawn beginning to emerge.

It was at this moment, just after the deep of night, not pitch-black to the point of blindness, yet all material objects were but indistinct shadows of color, the raw branches piercing in the cold air, shrouding the lofty, grand gates and vermilion walls of the Xuanmen residence in darkness.

The flames of bright candles illuminated them, as a large, black carriage awaited by the door in the alleyway. The grand entrance stood wide open, flanked by eight neatly lined-up knights, each holding a fire torch.

Footsteps echoed from within the courtyard, gradually reaching the doorway, where a man in vermilion robes braced himself against the door frame then leaned against it, turning his head to whisper in a low voice, "Uncle, when you pass Shaolong, you must remember to see the snowscape of Big Kongtong, truly the pure world of jade heaven."