During the night, the faint lights from Han Mountain City would sway in the wind. If anyone walked towards the source of the lights, they would see that they led to inns that were alive with people during the night.
Su Ming walked through the streets in Han Mountain City. He looked at the familiar houses around him as he walked past them quietly.
"Many years have passed since I came here."
Su Ming’s footsteps faltered. Before him was an inn. There were not a lot of guests inside at night. Most of them were drinking alone. Occasionally, they would talk to each other in whispers.
There was a table beside the door. The innkeeper was a man in his twenties. He had fallen asleep with his chin propped on his hands.
There was an indescribable feeling surrounding Han Mountain City. It was as if that feeling had turned into depression that fell upon the hearts of all those within the city. That was why there were so many people still drinking in the inns at night.
