On the Eve of Battle
At dawn the next day, Su Xingchen appeared at the usual place, as he had every day without fail. From afar, he watched the Qinglin Inn, a faint smile playing in his eyes.
After making a round outside the entrance, Tan Enwei went inside with a helpless look. Seeing Feng Yu coming down the stairs toward him, he gave a wry smile. "He's here again."
Feng Yu furrowed his brow slightly and said nothing. He simply instructed the waiter to bring a basin of wash water to Feng Rou's room.
The two sat at the table, with little appetite for the breakfast in front of them.
Tan Enwei finally couldn't hold back and grumbled, "Brother Yu, is there something wrong with that guy? It's been almost ten days. Every day he just stands there, not coming in or leaving. What's he trying to do, keep watch on us?"
Feng Yu remained expressionless. He picked up his bowl of rice porridge and drained more than half of it in one gulp before replying slowly, "Tell the brothers to come back. Tonight, we'll go see him."
He paused, then nodded. It was no exaggeration to say he had been waiting a long time for this day.
Time passed quickly. Half an hour after dusk fell, darkness gradually blanketed all of White Night Space.
Outside the Qinglin Inn, Su Xingchen still stood watch in the same spot, tireless and motionless.
Suddenly, the corners of his mouth lifted in a faint smile. He watched the path ahead, looking rather expectant.
Before even the time it took to drink half a cup of tea had passed, a group led by a young man walked toward him, their faces impassive. The twenty or so people advanced with an imposing air.
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