Bai Chen continued to pace under the tree within the Xinyang Imperial Palace. The tree was quite big and also had dense leaves on each branch, and the leaves were enough to block the afternoon light from reaching his face.
Actually, it wasn't bad even though the afternoon light managed to shine on his face. His porcelain skin would surely shimmer under the soft light, but the werewolf still didn't want the light to fall on his face at all.
The tree managed to shade him from the sunlight, but the way he kept pacing back and forth was enough to tell that he wasn't just casually enjoying the afternoon atmosphere. Instead, he was impatiently waiting for someone.
