As dawn approached, a faint fish-belly white began to rise on the eastern horizon, and the dim morning light, piercing through the heavy clouds, began to cast beams upon every eave of Shengdu.
Han Ye had been sitting in the chair for half the night.
Qun Xuan had sealed his acupoint to prevent him from stopping his Second Uncle, Han Yong, from going to his death.
Even though the acupoint automatically unsealed itself half an hour earlier, he was well aware everything was too late.
He sat there in a daze, the morning light filtering through the window lattice, casting a glow on his resolute and handsome side face, with colorful halos swirling in the dust.
Ga ji—
The door was pushed open.
It was Qun Xuan who entered.
Qun Xuan gave him a fixed look, understood that the acupoint was unlocked, closed the door, and said heavily, "Your second uncle is gone."
"Where is the body?" Han Ye asked.
