The night was as dark as ink, enveloping the entire Capital Region. The curfew in the city had rendered it almost entirely silent and dim, but the outskirts were not entirely the same.
Min Ning rode her horse and spotted a luxurious guesthouse from afar. This location was less than half a mile from the Joyful Sect's mountain gate, yet the Wuyong Guesthouse was brightly lit inside, with bustling shadows.
At the forefront, Chou Gang spoke when they were about thirty zhang away from the guesthouse:
"Dismount."
The embroidered guards exchanged glances but followed suit. Min Ning swiftly dismounted, instinctively placing her hand on the hilt of her Brocade Spring Blade, ready to draw it at any moment.
