Tonight, the Great Chu Imperial City is filled with sparse stars and a bright moon.
In a secluded courtyard hidden in shadows, Yan Xie, draped in a black robe, walks away with his staff, gazing at the bright moon on the Heavenly Peak.
A strand of pitch-black thread suddenly emerges from the void, taut and straight, landing in Yan Xie's palm. This thread crosses over ten alleys of the Imperial City and circles Fangyuan Square, investigating...
At this moment, Li Pavilion has only a pool of koi fish, and the pool is full of spring water.
The place is empty.
Yan Xin has left the Imperial City.
It seems everything went smoothly.
"Lord Yan, you finally came out..."
"Indeed... you kept me waiting."
A cold voice rang out from the far end of the courtyard.
Yan Xie slightly shifts his head to look into the distance.
Another person, draped in a black robe like him, has been waiting here for quite some time.
