Before White Night's people arrived, Le Yu had already left.
To Le Yu's surprise, Yin Minghong had not rejected "Yin Yinyin," just as he had not rejected the assassin Le Yu a few days earlier.
Perhaps the situations were much the same: at Red Moon Fortress, Yin Minghong's assassination attempt against Jing Zhengwei had been a desperate gamble with almost no chance of success; in Profound Candle Prefecture, White Night's resistance against the Silver Blood Society was like an ant trying to shake a tree, doomed to fail.
They both needed a miracle.
But Yin Minghong had not agreed either. He had said he needed to discuss it with the others and even contact White Night's headquarters. He hoped they could meet a second time five days later. Le Yu could choose the time and place, and the method of notification would remain the same: Le Yu would deliver a letter to his private contact point.
Of course, there was a very high chance that Le Yu would instead be greeted by a fully armed "Yin Yinyin capture squad" that would tear down any wall in its path and leave nothing standing.
Le Yu had not given him an answer on the spot either. They would talk again in five days.
Who knew? Maybe, in five days, he would already have rotted into a decadent capitalist.
Le Yu deftly vaulted over the wall and entered the courtyard of another secluded bamboo-lined path. After taking only two steps, he ran into a young man walking with his legs clamped together and taking tiny steps. "Brother Le, what took you so long to pee? Yin Tianshen's promotion match just finished."
"Did he advance?" Le Yu asked casually.
"He did! He's now the newly promoted Everlasting Glory ranked fortieth in the whole prefecture!"