Night.
The nightscape outside J City was dazzling.
Yang Jian was resting, but he dared not really fall asleep. Although this was J City, he still felt it necessary to remain alert.
All the lights in the guest room were turned off, leaving it somewhat dark.
Yang Jian sat on the sofa, propping up his head slightly and opening his eyes to look down at the enchanting night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
It was beautiful.
And very quiet.
This made him feel relaxed and comfortable because the prosperity and bustle outside told him that this place was safe, that there were no supernatural events occurring.
So, at some point, Yang Jian began to like bustling scenes, but did not wish to be a part of the crowd, because he was an outlier. He shunned the masses, and of course, the masses would shun him.
Watching from a distance, thinking calmly, hidden in the darkness, that was pretty good.
Sitting there silently, Yang Jian was resting like a lone wolf.
