It was even older than he had imagined, clearly having been established here long ago, with only the owner secretly changed.
Now, at this very moment, this elegant building situated in the peaceful East City had closed its doors to all guests, though there were lights in the back building, the front entrance was engulfed in darkness.
Pei Ye approached the neighboring shop and knocked on the table, "Shopkeeper, may I ask, is Proximal Scenery not open for business today?"
"It was open, just closed."
"Just closed, was it the beginning of 7 PM?"
"Mmm... about that time."
"Alright, thank you."
Calculating the time, it coincided with when the person who had fled arrived to deliver the message.
Pei Ye walked into the alley next door, vaulted over the wall, and leapt in.
Looking up, the bright lights of the back building flickered in the evening breeze, and the courtyard was just as empty and quiet.
