Dawn broke.
Xie De did not fly back to F Country. Instead, he had his teammates meet him directly in M Country.
Compared with the peace in Hua Country, M Country had descended into chaos. The streets near the vampire instance were desolate, pedestrians hurried along, and shootings and robberies were everywhere.
A police siren suddenly wailed as a patrol car passed along the road. The wind swept a protest leaflet from one end of the deserted street to the other.
Dressed in an overcoat and carrying no luggage, Xie De had just entered the street when he looked up at the area covered by the instance. The boundary was stark: within the instance's reach, the sky was black and a fine drizzle fell.
He had barely taken a few steps.
Without warning, Xie De found himself enveloped in a warm embrace. He could clearly smell Wei Yanchi's scent. Having grown up in the Martial Arts Hall, the man had been around incense and candles every day, and a lingering trace of incense always clung to him.
The scent was faint, but anyone with a sensitive nose could catch it up close.
"Let go."
"No."
Wei Yanchi draped himself over him, radiating warmth and pressing his full weight onto Xie De, making it difficult for him to walk.
"We still have things to do. If you keep interfering with my work, I'll throw you back into the Martial Arts Hall."
"How heartless of you, sir."
Wei Yanchi leaned in affectionately and kissed the corner of Xie De's mouth, looking utterly unrestrained, smug, and exuberant. "What are we to each other now?"
With considerable resignation, Xie De replied, "An ill-fated match."
"You're plagiarizing the Witch."
Before Wei Yanchi could say anything else-
Beiwei's almost shrill voice came from behind them. **"Wei