Yi Shan City.
The formation atop Yi Shan City glimmered, its patterns piercingly sharp against the winter snow, golden light streaming in from afar, settling upon the city walls.
"Greetings, General!"
Li Xuanfeng rode the wind in, still gripping a scaly beast in his hand, its green eyes staring blankly at the sky, long dead; the guards on either side quickly stepped aside, calling him General.
He nodded, descended the steps, made his way to his own mansion, pushed the door and entered. There were no attendants within, the place somewhat dim; a youth was squatting there, holding a longbow, meticulously adjusting it.
The sound of Li Xuanfeng opening the door lasted but a moment before the youth raised his brows; his appearance resembled Li Xuanfeng by seven parts, especially those sharp eyebrows, bearing a certain rebellious air. With just a glance, the youth arched his brow and said:
"Father is back."
