A chill wind whistled; the night rain fell hard.
In the bustling night city, the scent of wine from a five-story tavern with carved beams was intoxicating. Candles and lanterns glowed brightly, while beyond the windows, rain hung like curtains against ink-black darkness. Languid silk-and-bamboo music mingled with laughter and chatter, and the fragrance of wine and meat displayed every inch of luxury.
On the ridge of the wooden building's roof, two dark figures, one tall and one short, could vaguely be seen by the lights of distant pavilions.
The cold wind made their drenched cloaks flutter faintly. Lightning snakes slithered through the black clouds, briefly illuminating the city beneath the rain curtain and the pretty snow-white face beneath a hood. Standing atop the building, she carried the bearing of a martial arts grandmaster. Lightning lit heaven and earth, then darkness returned in an instant.
The short, squat dark figure scratched his lower back.
"Chitter, we've been standing here for an incense stick. How much longer do we have to stand?"
"Wait."
"Wait? Wait for whom?"
The monkey head looked wildly from side to side, shaking rainwater everywhere. Other than the drunks inside the building, there was no one else.
Bai Yujun raised her head and gazed toward the imperial palace.
"Wait for the hour. When doing things, one must match them with an auspicious day and favorable hour to achieve twice the result with half the effort. This is ancient mysticism. You wouldn't understand; it is a profound field of study. I hope an hour of good fortune can bring me good fortune, so I can find clues about antiquity sooner. I have a feeling that one day... we will all face a crisis. We must prepare in advance."
Compared with stealing books from Cultivation Sects, Bai Yujun felt