The sky slowly shifted from golden yellow to orange, then gradually settled into the gray-blue haze of dusk.
The Pedestrian Street downstairs gradually grew livelier as well.
The magical signboards lit up one after another. Clusters of Firefly Bugs bloomed with light, melodious music rose from the Trumpet Flowers, sweet fragrances drifted out of Shuang Tang Ji, the Big Frog outside Wander Bar croaked without pause, wizards from the North District hawked herbs gathered from the Silent Forest along the street, and the laughter and playful shouts of young wizards floated on the evening breeze. Beta Town became vibrant and bustling once more.
In stark contrast, the attic on the second floor of D&K was silent.
The meeting had ended, and the hunters had departed one by one—some excited, some lost in thought, some in a hurry. After the final farewell and the creak of the stairs faded away, Jiang Yu was the only one left in the attic.
The chill of early winter always arrived with urgency.
As soon as the sky darkened, cold air silently seeped in through the cracks of the wooden windows and around the doorframe. With the warmth and vitality brought by the gathered crowd gone, the chill seemed to come alive, flowing and accumulating unrestrainedly through the empty attic, driving away the last trace of warmth left from the afternoon.
But Jiang Yu was completely unaware of it.
It was not because her wizard's physique could completely ignore heat and cold—although Registered Wizards were stronger than Ordinary People, they were still far from being immune to the elements. What sustained her now was the surging warmth in her heart.
An afternoon of intense, efficient meeting arrangements, detailed discussions with the hunters, the tangled planning for future assignments, and that weighty yet heart-racing "possibility"—using the