Cold City, Ling Family's old house.
Zhang Ze and Li Yueqi squatted side by side in the garden, picking at the soil with their hands, molding it into little figures, and then crushing them.
No profound meaning, not contemplating; purely because they were bored.
All preparations were complete, now they could only wait.
"So what exactly is going on?" Li Yueqi was still confused; she always felt the Cold City matters were all over the place.
She was called back here by Zhang Ze from the City Lord's Mansion; she was the last to arrive and saw a group of people showcasing their divine techniques as they left the courtyard.
Even Lin Hai, the Sword Hall Chief here, was among them.
Now it was almost dark, and only Zhang Ze and Li Yueqi remained in the courtyard.
Hei Qu and Qinghe had gone for a walk nearby.
Yes, Qinghe was walking Hei Qu.
Zhang Ze slapped the Pikachu he'd molded like a dog into pieces and paused.
"What's the matter?"
