The night was heavy, with dark clouds obscuring the stars.
Mei Yanjun, usually a man of composed and leisurely manner, wore a grim expression. He sat in his carriage, turning the prayer beads in his hand and reciting scriptures, desperately trying to suppress the fury in his heart.
He had already been greatly displeased by the day’s events concerning Mei Xianghan, but a moment ago, his servant had arrived with news: he had finally tracked down the man he had been searching for.
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