In a room of some inn in the Imperial City, a man was lying on the arhat bed with his eyes closed.

His sharp brows were slightly knitted as if he were having a bad dream. His lowered long eyelashes slightly twitched. It seemed that he was about to wake up anytime. He puckered his red lips tightly and seemed very restless.

He was covered with a thin quilt, his arms exposed in the air and his long black hair scattered beneath his body like a piece of black silk ...