As he galloped along the ancient dirt road leading to Jincheng County, Ye Zhen rode like the wind, wishing he had wings beneath his ribs so he could fly straight home. Yet when Jincheng County's bluestone city walls came into view, he unconsciously tightened the reins and slowed down, feeling that timid dread one felt when nearing home.
Counting the time he had been delayed on the road the year before last, Ye Zhen had been away from home for nearly two years. He had no idea how things were at home.
Although his parents had visited him at Qi Yun Sect half a year ago and had seemed well, Ye Zhen could figure out with his toes that they had always given him the best of everything. If they had any difficulties or hurdles they could not overcome, they would never tell him.
He rode straight into the city. When the soldiers at the gate tried to stop Ye Zhen, a piece of broken silver flew into one soldier's arms. However, Ye Zhen's overbearing manner greatly displeased the guard, who opened his mouth to curse.
Before the curse could leave his lips, Ye Zhen gave him a cold look. That invisible, formless killing intent immediately made the guard shudder. It was as though he had fallen into an ice cellar, and every hair on his back stood on end.
Instinctively, the guard straightened up at once, swallowing the profanity he had been about to spit out.
Only after Ye Zhen had ridden far away did the guard wipe away a cold sweat in lingering fear. It was too terrifying. That gaze had made him feel as though he were already dead.
He had felt that sensation only once before, from the Commandery Guard Captain. The Commandery Guard Captain had