"Envoy, why have you not yet left the Imperial City?"
The downpour was relentless. Yuan Jimo rode atop a black horse, traveling along the central axis of the Imperial City. Abruptly, he pulled on the reins, and the steed snorted loudly, stopping amidst the heavy rain.
The head of the Imperial City Division tilted his head slightly.
In the shadowy corner of a nearby alley, the Qing Sun envoy, clad in heavy armor, leaned against a stone wall with his arms crossed, appearing as if he were dozing off with closed eyes.
But in fact, this posture couldn't have been clearer: he was waiting for someone.
"Yuan, sir."
The Qing Sun envoy opened his eyes slowly, dispelling the oppressive darkness with the green blazing light in his pupils.
Qing Sun gradually emerged from the alley.
He said, looking up, "At the very least, we were colleagues in the Tan Yi Guard for many years, sharing life and death. After finally returning to the Imperial City, didn't you consider inviting me to gather?"
