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Deep into the night, under a sky where stars twinkled alongside a pale red moon—an oddly bewitching sight—this was but an ordinary night for the people of this world.
In the grand hall plaza of Taihang City, a stage had been erected. Perhaps due to the late hour, it was deserted, everyone having gone home to rest.
Han Bing walked along the empty streets, occasionally feeling gazes peering from the buildings, but as soon as they recognized it was him, they shifted their attention away.
Shortly, he arrived at a stand-alone villa ahead. Owning such a villa in the valuable lands of Taihang was ample evidence of one's high status.
Salutations from both hidden and visible guards lined his path, to which Han Bing nodded slightly, accustomed to such treatment; he aspired for a higher status, however.
Now everyone knew that Jiang Che was the future City Lord. Jiang Che had both cultivation and means, and Han Bing was but a mere right-hand man to the future City Lord.
