Tonight was anything but peaceful.
Though the moonlight remained as it always had, and the watchman's clappers rang freely as they patrolled the city.
Those who could not sleep still could not sleep; those who had entered dreams remained within them.
In an utterly ordinary guest room, the voluptuous Snake Guyu silently slithered out from beneath the bed.
Her eyes were completely indifferent at this moment, devoid of any emotion, without the faintest trace of innocence.
Without a single superfluous movement, her figure flickered, and she had already vanished beyond the window.
Soundless and traceless, without shadow or form.
Such skill at concealing herself and moving unseen was truly rare in this world.
Upon the dressing table sat a mirror that had been wiped spotlessly clean. In the pitch-black night, there was no light to reflect.
Yet an ancient god in the world within the mirror abruptly opened his eyes!
He did not know where Snake Guyu was going, nor did he particularly care. What mattered most was that this stubbornly deluded female demon had finally left the room, creating a rare opening.
A hidden power was transmitted through the divine statue.
Before long, faint rustling sounded in the corridor beyond the door.
A waiter from the inn slipped into the room, softly chanting a prayer: "You and I have no faces; let the myriad beings paint them for us..."
He was, astonishingly, a believer of the Faceless Cult.
Taking in such a believer was, of course, a contingency Jiang Wang had prepared for himself. It might not prove greatly useful, but it could at least give him a little more control over the inn's situation.
For example, what Yuan Mengji and Yuan Yizhi, the master of the Flower Fruit Society, had discussed in their room downstairs; or how many