Yu Xuan made his way toward the middle district of the town, where the streets bustled with more people compared to the quieter outer edge.
Following the glowing direction on his medallion, he eventually arrived in front of a modest mansion.
It had a small courtyard, a neatly tended flower garden, and a pond with small fishes drifting through the water. Everything about the place whispered quiet, respectable living.
Stopping at the gate, Yu Xuan tapped into the messaging feature on his medallion and sent a short message to the contractor.
[I_Am_A_Poet]: I've arrived outside your mansion.
He had chosen this particular nickname for the client, hoping that a little literary flair might make the task smoother.
Just moments after the message was sent, the front door opened — and out stepped a man.
