The hustle and bustle of Lanyue Pavilion were left completely behind, fading away like a layer of gaudy theatrical greasepaint.
The late autumn night wind in the Imperial Capital was as biting as a blade. The bone-chilling cold that scraped across his face, however, completely settled Qin Lie’s churning vital energy and slightly hurried breathing.
With steady strides, his old robe snapping in the wind, his long figure stretched thin under the chilly moonlight, he quickly plunged into the deep darkness leading to the back alley of the Zhenbei Estate.
Chapter 67