Next day.
It was not yet fully light out.
Due to the torrential rain overnight, the air was still somewhat damp.
A faint mist enveloped the surroundings, and the light of dawn was slowly piercing through the fog, casting the ground in gold.
Two slender figures stood on the helipad atop the guild building.
One was holding a briefcase labeled Sickle, while the other, Jiang Lu, was dragging a suitcase and yawning tiredly.
"Didn't sleep well last night?"
"Not bad," Jiang Lu patted his cheeks to wake himself up a bit, "I'm just not used to waking up this early anymore."
"Even the young shouldn't neglect their health; you should try to stay up late less often," said Sickle without thinking.
But after speaking, he remembered that such advice might be inappropriate.
