With an aura of evil that surged to the heavens, Li Huowang led his horse and slowly walked into the Capital City. The red Daoist Robe he wore had become even more blood-red.
No one dared approach the road he walked; everyone gave him a wide berth.
Such a sight naturally attracted the attention of the scouts within the Capital City, but this was not the first time such a thing had happened. They were all used to it. This man belongs to His Majesty; if you don't want trouble, don't pry into his affairs.
At this moment, Li Sui was once again wearing the skin of Princess Anning, sitting sideways on the saddle. She looked rather tired, her small head nodding with each clop of the horse's hooves.
