บท 182: The Lord of Huang Palace (1)

On the mountain peak, a young man leaned against an old tree with his arms folded across his chest. The fluttering sound of his pristine white robes is wiped away by the howling of wind. His phoenix eyes scanned the area beneath him. From his point of view, it seemed as if the entire range of lush green mountains are enveloped in white silk like clouds. But, not many things could escape his sharp eyes...

Beneath the canopy of white smoke like clouds and between the serene mountains a bright red structure stood proudly, like a magnificent image spitting flames from every corner. It was a majestic sight to behold but not even a trace of awe could be seen on his stoic sculpted face.

" It's time I grace them with my presence..." he mused absentmindedly as his eyes were locked on the red colored palace with his thoughts haywire.