The darkness of the night settled down like water, as the time drew near to midnight. The wind whistled through, causing the dust and sand to swirl up, being scattered in the air much like mist or fog.
This silent street was only lit by the cold moonbeams. Not far ahead, the Smoky Thea Tower was still ablaze with lit lanterns, as the indistinct sound of musical instruments travelled from there. This made the street even more cheerless.
Following the sound of drunken hiccups, as well as slurred speech, a procession of people walked closer in twos and threes. The troops of a hundred-odd people walked slowly in an undisciplined fashion, causing the entire squad to be delayed.
After indulging in good food and wine, NanGong Le and the Yang Family's brothers brought their guards with them, as they sat unsteadily on horseback discussing some unknown topic on their way back. Every now and then, an obscene laughter would sound out from one of them.
