In Yu State City, streets crisscrossed, and eaves faced each other.
The cool autumn, with its sparse morning rain, freshened the air where dust particles, once congealed by the chill, now floated down with the fine drizzle. Yet, the long, ancient streets had already come to life.
Yan Er went for his usual morning tea, but when he arrived at the tea house, the normally quiet place was bustling, with every table fully occupied.
"What's going on here?"
Yan Er glanced around and noticed that besides the wandering figures of Jianghu, there were also spies from various powerful factions discussing animatedly.
Something big had happened!
This was a jolt to Yan Er's heart; something significant must have transpired in Yu State City to bring these people together.
"Brother He, what happened last night?" Thinking this, Yan Er approached a young man and asked softly.
"Yan Er, did you sleep through last night?"
The young man looked up at Yan Er, "You don't know about such a big event?"
