Yuze was standing at the edge of the cliff and held a walking stick that was carved from dried sap of cinnabar. Along with the wind, his outfit blew along with it. His long white hair and white beard also blew in the wind's direction.
"Where are you Qiu Qizhen? The Kingdom needs you. Your son is on the path, where he needs you. It is the time for you to show yourself," Yuze muttered. He heard the footsteps and straightened his face, thus the frown from his forehead disappeared.
"Master, I brought Ye Yujin," Xiwan said and removed the fabric with which he had coveted his face. Yuze looked at Ye Yujin, who was lying on the floor, and then, he glanced at Xiwan.
"How is Li Hua?" Yuze asked him and walked up to him.
"She is alright and is in the palace," Xiwan replied. Yuze hummed and looked at Yu Yujin.
"Master, let me kill him," Xiwan requested Yuze.
