In the night, all the women of Kent were enjoying the effects of new treasures. Kent was guiding them one by one.
The night was heavy over Phoenix Range, stars veiled in thick clouds, yet the entrance of Kent's pleasure residence blazed with torches. There, kneeling on the stone steps, the entire Han family had gathered—patriarch, elders, youths, women, even children. Over two hundred members, once proud and cruel rulers of Kulu Province, now knelt with foreheads pressed to the ground.
On both sides of the road, servants lined up with heavy chests, their lids open to reveal the glitter of jewels, spirit stones, ancient scrolls, beast cores, and rare medicines. The sight alone was enough to make the spectators' mouths water—such treasures were enough to fund a sect for a century.
Yet none dared to step forward. They watched from alleys and rooftops, whispering.
"Is that… the Han family of Kulu nation? Kneeling?!"
