When the sun set, the sunset hung in the West of Shangjing. The red clouds were like fire and were exceptionally beautiful. Xia Pingan took a carriage alone to the Guanlan Villa North of ping mountain.
The Guanlan villa was a large Manor not far from Mount ping. On the surface, it was a summer house for a wealthy man in Shangjing city. In fact, it was one of the strongholds of the dark shadow guards of the adjudicating Army in Shangjing city.
Being located in a tranquil Valley at the North foot of ping mountain, Guanlan Manor was tranquil. There were few villages and towns in the surroundings. Therefore, nobody knew that a powerful force was hiding in Guanlan Manor.
This place was less than fifteen li away from Mount Fengtai.
As soon as he got out of the carriage, Xia Pingan felt a few invisible gazes in the surrounding air fall on him. He calmly walked to the Vermillion gate of the villa and gently knocked on it twice with the knocker on the gate.
