The center of the imperial city is the white palace, and a straight avenue lies before it. This road has been repaired several times over two thousand years; it has carried the ministers' carriages, borne the nobles' grand sedan chairs, and accommodated the luxury cars of visiting foreign guests. Today, a pair of cloth shoes stepped onto the road leading to the palace, belonging to a burly red-haired man. The man let his coarse, red hair flow casually behind his head, wearing jeans and athletic wear, with a black windbreaker draped over him, appearing like a tourist here to admire the imperial palace.
At the end of the avenue, two other men descended the long steps leading to the palace. The young black-haired man wore a military uniform with hands behind him, while the elder with floating beard carried the Purple and Blue Double Swords ahead. The Hidden Law Master's gaze swept over the two, first looking at the youthful-looking one.
