The head of the Fire Qilin was akin to a small mountain, its crown ablaze with fierce flames, resembling upward-growing hair.
Within the flames, a young man appeared, looking down from on high, his face indiscernible, he proclaimed loudly, "Today, even if someone in court shelters you, I shall take your life to seek justice for the people of Zhenzhou! Du Wanshu, prepare to die!"
No sooner had he spoken than an elderly man with white hair burst skyward from within West Capital City, fleeing towards the Inner City, he shouted angrily, "Young Master, what grudge do you hold against me that you must take my life? I am going to lodge a complaint with the authorities!"
"I hold no personal grudges against you, but I kill you for the people of Zhenzhou!"
Atop the Fire Qilin's head, the young man spoke righteously, leaping forward and instantly catching up to the white-haired man.
