Changan city, the great scholar's residence.
When Han Huanzhi arrived at the great scholar's residence, it was already almost nightfall. Hence, he saw a pair of eyes that seemed to be emitting a gloomy shade of red in the darkness, which naturally belonged to the great scholar. Mu Zhaotong seemed to have aged ten years overnight. He was not young in the first place - he was almost seventy years old. One could imagine how big of an emotional impact the death of his son would create.
Even a person like Han Huanzhi felt somewhat afraid when he saw Mu Zhaotong's eyes. He walked from the darkness, hence he was not afraid of the dark. And at this moment, Mu Zhaotong was not akin to darkness at all - he was practically an old wolf whose fur had turned white and yet it was still bloodthirsty.
