Over his heart, the Ancient Bronze Mirror Fragment pressed tightly against his skin transmitted a steady, faint coolness. It slowly nourished the sluggish circulation in his left shoulder—stiffened from taking Hu San's palm strike head-on—and calmed the churning murderous intent within him. He slowly closed his eyes, shutting out all the noise and clamor of the outside world.
Tomorrow would mark a new journey. Tonight's display of "rage" was merely a trivial opening act he was leaving behind for this Imperial Capital and those enemies.
At the Chancellor's Estate, inside the study.
Chapter 81