Just as Zhao Xuanqi was seeking out the Elders of the White Tiger and Black Tortoise.
「Jinmen Train Station.」
With a great roar of its steam whistle, the train pulled into the station. The doors opened, and a tide of people, like a colony of ants, surged out. Even though it was the dead of winter, the platform was a sweltering wave of heat. The air was a cacophony of voices as people pressed against each other, the crowd inching forward at a turtle's pace.
At that moment, a man and a boy slowly stepped off the train.
The two were dressed simply in patched, drab gray clothes, looking as if they'd just come out of the mountains. The man appeared to be under thirty, with short black hair and skin as fair and smooth as jade. A relaxed smile was perpetually on his face, as if he had a confident grasp on any situation.
