「At the entrance of Qianyuan Hall.」
Heavy guards stood vigilant on both sides, making it impossible for even a fly to get in.
One of the Four Great Tributors, Ren Tu, was an elegant man in a long, black robe. He sat in a tree with his eyes closed in meditation, bearing no resemblance to the "Human Butcher" his title proclaimed.
Under the tree, Zhao Xuanwu and a one-armed Sword Cultivator were exchanging a few, idle words.
"Tell me, Old Zuo," Zhao Xuanwu said, "you could clearly regrow your right arm. Why do you put it off?"
The one-armed Sword Cultivator replied flatly, "It's a reminder to myself. Until I have slain the Western Barbarian Demon Race and the one upon their throne, I must never forget this lesson."
Zhao Xuanwu scoffed. "Right. So you're just being high and mighty!"
Beside the dragon bed, Empress Guo was diligently tending to the Emperor.
