324 A Two-Hundred-Year-Old Conspiracy

It was said, "A dark and windy night is perfect for killing."

The night was not quite dark as a bright moon illuminated the night sky. It was dry and cold, but not at all windy.

Four carriages were quietly moving along the path from the imperial city to the empire's eastern region.

These carriages were made with excellent craftsmanship. Although the path was rugged, the moving carriages did not make any noise, which was rather creepy. The drivers of the carriages, too, were silent. The convoy was totally quiet except for the occasional sound of lashing whips.

Inside one of the carriages, an old man wearing a black robe was lost in thought. The black robe he was wearing was made from the most ordinary material. His gray hair was neatly combed, and he was in a somewhat subdued mood, but the expression on his face was as cold as a hard rock.