That night.
There was no wind or moon, only the starry sky hanging overhead.
Although the entire Sheng Capital was illuminated by streetlights made of Spirit Stones, tonight's light was eerily pale, exuding a sense of gloom.
"On a dark and windy night, it's the perfect time for murder and arson."
Lin Yuan murmured softly, "Today, really is a good day for murder and arson."
Lin Xuanya, who was deeply struck by a different aspect, exclaimed in shock,
She said, "Are the Magical Treasures of the Xuan Dynasty really so mystical? They can even block electronic signal surveillance?"
If it were someone else, Lin Yuan might have explained a bit more.
But even though he considered Lin Xuanya a friend, after all, they were from different camps.
