Ye Xunhuan continued his sword dance straight into the next morning!
When the sunlight poured down from the eastern horizon, only then did Ye Xunhuan stop.
But after stopping, Ye Xunhuan remained motionless, standing there like a statue, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, turmoil had erupted in the capital, as Yan Qingjun reappeared in the city, and alongside him was the First Tyrant!
Upon his appearance, the First Tyrant immediately went to seek out the Dragon Leader.
He wanted the Dragon Leader to find Ye Xunhuan.
And now, the First Tyrant was sitting face to face with the Dragon Leader, his face full of gloom.
The First Tyrant was no longer young; he was a man past sixty, with hair as white as snow, and his face full of wrinkles and age spots, making him look no different from an ordinary old man.
Yet, the eyes that had seen the vicissitudes of life flickered with a chilling gleam, and the First Tyrant wore only a thin gray cloth shirt.
As if he was unafraid of the cold weather.
