It was late at night, and Ye city was bustling with lights. It was as if the stars were flowing on the ground, surging with brilliance and bustling with excitement.
A man wearing a bamboo hat was dressed in a black suit with a long knife hanging from his waist. He walked slowly against the crowd on the street, moving in waves.
Suddenly, a drunkard stumbled over and almost touched his body, but the airflow was like a tidal wave, dragging him away.
“Qin Kuan? Why are you so depressed?”The man in the bamboo hat stopped and looked at the drunkard. His voice was low and sounded a little old.
The Drunkard said in a daze, “You, you know me?”
