It was nighttime in the capital, and the evening had been quieter than Shangjing ever was. Qing's citizens were not ones for such effervescent times, and as such, they would frequently withdraw and stay in their homes at day’s end. Of course, this did not include the gondola operators taking travellers up and down the rivers and women of the night, busy in their brothels.
Fan Xian paced slowly on this night, and Deng Ziyue followed him, carrying a few large boxes. All of a sudden, Fan Xian stopped and waved to the darkness behind and in front of him. From out of the night, the presence of several of the Overwatch Council’s guards was revealed, as if by accident.
"Everyone in the capital knows that you accompany me in the shadows. Why attempt to remain out of sight?" Fan Xian laughed as he said this.
