Nightfall descended.
Fang Yu did not rush back to Acupuncture King Hall but headed to the most renowned Dragon Ball Tower in Yanjing instead.
A gentle breeze carried a faint scent of blood.
The night in Yanjing was breathtakingly beautiful, intoxicatingly so.
It was the most bustling city in Huaxia—countless people came with dreams and passion, yet just as many left with sadness in their hearts.
"Hey, handsome, are you alone?" A seductive beauty approached Fang Yu, who was leaning against the railing by himself, and struck up a conversation.
"Yeah."
"Mind if I join you for a drink?" The beauty sidled up to Fang Yu, showcasing her cleavage. Her fiery red lips reminded him of Xu Zhaopei, far away in Jiangzhou.
"Are you sure you can satisfy me?" Fang Yu asked with a grin.
"Naughty…"
A gust of wind blew again.
Suddenly, a dark and steady voice came from behind: "Scram—"
The seductive woman's face paled instantly upon hearing the voice, and she turned and ran.
