"They're here!"
Wu Qianhuan and Chu Qing exchanged a glance, then quickened their pace and arrived atop a roof in Falling Rain Hall.
Before them lay the courtyard where Tang Xi lived.
Now, a group of uninvited guests had appeared within that courtyard.
At their head stood an old man with crane-white hair and the face of a child. Without Wu Qianhuan needing to say anything, Chu Qing knew that this man was Gu Qianqiu, master of Valley of Ten Thousand Nights!
There were quite a few men and women around him, some concealing their faces and others appearing openly.
Chu Qing had no time to look for Chu Tian, Chu Fan, Chu Yunfei, and the others. His gaze immediately settled on the five black-clad figures among the group who wore opera masks.
Mirror of Sin!
They had indeed come after all.
Chu Qing withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, refusing to reveal the killing intent in his heart.
Only the hand gripping his sword tightened slightly...
At the same time, Gu Qianqiu raised his head to survey the surroundings and gave a cold laugh.
"City Lord Wu, what is the meaning of this? Such a grand display truly leaves us flattered."
As he spoke, he lightly waved a hand.
A man behind him received the signal and drew something from his robes, setting it off toward the sky.
With a bang, a streak of fire dragging a swaying tail flame shot straight into the heavens.
Then it exploded with a thunderous roar.
Fortunately, it was raining tonight. The burst of fireworks was swallowed by the rain in the blink of an eye, raising only faint ripples beneath the desolate night sky.
The entire scene fell silent. Only the rain, blind to rank and station, continued to patter without cease.
Gu Qianqiu