The night was black as ink while the rain continued.
Fang Lang gripped the oil paper umbrella and followed the guard to the entertainment house.
Manager Yu was perched gracefully at the entrance of the Jade Pavilion. The raindrops fell like pearls, gradually clouding her vision.
She watched as Fang Land and the guard disappeared into the haze. She pursed her red lips and entered a state of deep thought.
Manager Yu overheard some of the conversation between Fang Lang and the guard.
Her eyebrows raised momentarily.
After a moment's thought, she gestured for the two Jade Pavilion guards who were a distance away.
They were both second-class martial arts cultivators.
"Follow them and check what's going on. If possible, lend a hand to Young Master Fang," said Manager Yu. Her lips were painted red and her beautiful eyes stared out into the rain.
