Rumble!
Rolling lightning flowed between the thick dark clouds, illuminating the white stone square in front of the Hall of the Supreme Principle.
In the Thousand-Step Corridor on the side of the white stone square, there were countless palace lanterns swaying in the wind, but not a single person could be seen in the gigantic Imperial City.
Tread, tread…
In the long corridor, an old eunuch in a red robe and a black gauze hat was slowly walking along the path that he had walked for sixty years. His back was slightly hunched, and there was a horsetail whisk in the crook of his arm.
Although his clothes and demeanor were still meticulous, and his footsteps were very calm, the several saber wounds on his chest and back still made Eunuch Cao, who had never been disrespectful in his life, look a little disheveled.