With Li Yuanping at home, all he needed to do was send those people over; naturally, they would be properly handled. These matters did not require Li Qinghong's attention, so he promptly departed, riding the winds away.
...
Lijing Town.
The small paths through the mountain forests were pitch-black, save for a few swift figures clad in white armor. Leading them, riding a spirit horse, was a man with a broad face and tall stature—Li Xihong.
Li Xihong rode past the edge of Lijing Town on a small path, surrounded by an all-encompassing gloom. In the dark forest path, fireflies floated amongst the leaves, hanging there silently.
Hearing neither the rustle of his heavy cloak nor hoof beats, he did not bring many people with him. Now in command of the Jade Courtyard Guards, naturally, he had to keep a distance from his comrades.
