When darkness enveloped the Divine Land, London, thousands of miles away, was just reaching noon.
At noon, the city skies were devoid of sunshine. A light rain sprinkled from the sky, and fog shrouded the city, reducing visibility significantly, casting a hazy sensation, with the air filled with the scent of moisture.
For Londoners, they had long been accustomed to this kind of weather, but for tourists, it was utterly dreadful!
The poor weather completely disrupted their travel plans, turning their cheerful spring mood into the bitterness of midwinter.
The tourists weren't the only ones in a foul mood; Old Edward, known as the Godfather of British finance, felt the same way.
Having received his assistant's report that there was a significant business deal for the Knell Family to discuss, and knowing that Chen Fan was heading to Dalian, Old Edward declined the persistence of the officials from the East Sea Municipal Committee and took a private jet back to London straight away.
