The cold moon was silent, and the treetops softly murmured and sang in the wind.
Dusk had long passed, yet who knew which household's love-struck girl still stood stubbornly at the desolate street corner, as if waiting for the figure of her beloved.
Unlike the nouveau riche such as the Feilengcui Lord who took things as they came, the true noble families each had their own guildhalls and camps in the major provinces, and the Smey Clan, one of the nobles of the highest rank, was no exception. Located in the northeast corner of Sabak City, their Southwest Guildhall was close to the periphery of the Royal Palace's Imperial Garden, an environment of serene elegance, accessible only to those with considerable influence.
