Qi Ling and Sword Heart lived in a villa, situated at a distance from a vast residential garden complex.
At dusk, the landscapes designed within these gardens were shrouded in the shades of the night, appearing rather eerie and bizarre.
"I wondered why he hadn't been dealt with yet, turns out someone is protecting him."
Several shadows lurked deep within the gardens.
Near the dense landscapes, only a few dim lights were lit, so nobody would notice these dark figures.
Before long, a shadow appeared on the ground.
He was dressed in a black cloak that mysteriously covered his face.
A slender, fair hand emerged from the cloak, revealing a string of silver bells on the wrist.
Pale blue illusion butterflies danced around the silver bells.
Luo Han reached for the hood of his cloak and pulled it down, revealing a handsome visage that was paler than usual. A smile that was not quite a smile played at the corners of his lips, adding a touch of devilish charm.
