Xiao En Leaves Prison

The thick iron door slowly opened, its oiled hinges making no creaking sound at all. But the pressure of the silence made those keeping watch outside the gate of the Overwatch Council all the more nervous.

Fan Xian lowered his head slightly. His left eyelid twitched. The air that flowed out from behind the iron door felt slightly cold. It was as if this 80-year-old man - who had lived only as a character in the yellowing pages of history, imprisoned for 20 years - still gave off all the airs that a spymaster would.

The sound of the iron chain scraping against the paved road was ear-piercing. It got louder and louder, meaning that the person inside was coming closer and closer to the great iron door.