The five sorcerers all wore the evil attire of the White Clothes Sect. Leading them was a man with an androgynous appearance, around twenty years old. His mouth was habitually curved in a smile, giving the impression that he was perpetually grinning, yet his smile always contained a disdainful sarcasm, a superiority cultivated from long periods in power.
The young sorcerer seemed to have noticed the arrival of the court's official army early on. With a gentle smile, he said, "I was wondering who had arrived. If I'm not mistaken, could it be the rumored gigolo kept by the Empress? The stallion of White Horse Hall that has not been castrated?"
Zhao Douan stopped, gripping his Chasing Saber, with a blood line flowing steadily from the tip.
His face showed no signs of being angered: "White Clothes Sect? Mu Prince Manor doesn't even care about face, allowing you gutter rats to walk openly."
