A waning moon hung like a hook, and the night was as dark as ink.
When Ling Xiao and Gao Tianchen left the Treasure Pavilion, it was already midnight. The streets of Jinling were completely deserted, save for the distant echoes of a night watchman's wooden clapper.
"Boss, we're bona fide rich men now." Gao Tianchen patted his bulging storage pouch, which contained nearly eighty million Spirit Stones in exchange tickets. "Should we go..."
Chapter 90