Midnight at the riverside pavilion.
Moonlight shone coldly upon the lake, the rippling water shimmering like scattered pearls dancing with the breeze. Moyuan, dressed in black, stood on one side of the pavilion, with Guan Bai on the other.
An hour had passed since midnight, and the Deputy Pavilion Master of Lingtong Pavilion had yet to appear. Moyuan’s expression grew increasingly dark until he finally gave a cold scoff.
Chapter 162