In the woods, the elderly man dressed in a black Tang suit radiated an unquestionable authority. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled patches of light on the ground and creating an inexplicably gloomy atmosphere.
Ziji stood facing him with a dark expression, a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. Using the back of her hand, she wiped away the blood and tightened her grip on the pair of black daggers in her hands.
The old man's aura stirred without wind, and layers of white primordial energy wrapped around him. He narrowed his eyes and stared fixedly at Ziji. "Ziji, you aren't at your Yasukuni Samurai Association—what are you doing here in Huaxia?"
Chapter 111