Bab 147: Blood of Gods

In the stables of the Tulip Family’s mansion, Old Mark was slowly putting away the heavy saddles in a corner. He then shook his head and took out a bottle of wine. He took a big gulp and sighed in satisfaction. He looked at the sky outside and muttered, “How come the sky is so dark at this hour? Hm, I will meet that boy Rody tomorrow. He is probably feeling extremely anxious right now.”

Suddenly, his smile disappeared. His lazy expression had turned pale as he threw away the bottle of wine. He rushed out of the stable and faced the east with his eyes closed.

Old Mark’s forehead was soaked in cold sweat. “This… This aura…”

Inside the Imperial Palace, Master Autumn slowly sat on a wooden bench. In front of him was his long and narrow sword. The dazzling sword reflected Master Autumn’s icy cold expression. Master Autumn’s white hair hung across his shoulders, and he looked as calm as a rock.

Similarly, he opened his eyes and gave a strange look.

“This aura…”