Night falls, with the breeze gradually becoming refreshing as the twilight fades.
Hidden in the depth of the clouded moon, a small boat approaches from the dark part of the Capital's dock. Before the bobbing boat steadies itself at the shore, a black shadow detaches itself from the boat as if breaking free from a cocoon.
Inside the courtyard walls of the Regent King's Mansion, a shadow stealthily lands. No sooner than half a breath after it touched the ground, a dozen frost-emitting blades are thrust against the person's neck!
"It's me."
The man wearing a black conical bamboo hat speaks, and someone immediately lifts his hat.
With a swishing sound, dozens of blades all retreat. The shadow guards salute one after another: "Lord Ye Feng."
"Mm." Ye Feng responded coldly, nodding his head, he didn't linger. He quickly left via the path that the shadow guards cleared for him.
