Late at night in the Barak Royal Capital, there was barely anyone left on the streets.
Every now and then, a few carriages passed in the distance, their wheels rumbling over the stone pavement before quickly vanishing into the depths of the night.
Huang Yun walked in front, his pace neither hurried nor slow.
Shui Bing'er and the other six followed half a step behind him, and no one spoke.
The seven girls' gazes occasionally fell on Huang Yun's back before swiftly shifting away again. The atmosphere was subtle and silent.
After walking for roughly the time it took to burn an incense stick, Huang Yun stopped in front of a small tavern that was still lit.
The tavern's frontage was modest, with a faded cloth curtain hanging at the entrance. Warm yellow light and low voices spilled out from within.
He lifted the curtain and went inside, found a secluded corner seat, and waved to the owner behind the counter.
"Bring out some hot dishes, anything will do, and a pot of hot tea."
The owner was a chubby middle-aged man. Seeing a young man enter with seven exceptionally beautiful girls, he froze for a moment, but quickly responded and went to make the preparations.
Huang Yun leaned back in his chair, removed his conical hat, and set it beside the table, revealing his youthful face.
The lamplight fell across his face. His features were well-defined, and there was a steadiness between his brows that did not match his age.
It had been difficult to see him clearly in the night before, but now that they were seated, Shui Bing'er finally got a proper look at him. He was indeed very young, seemingly about the same age as them.
Shui Yue'er sat across from him, and the words she