As he spoke, the Record Officer excused himself and went off to find someone.
And thus, he left, and as the moon rose and the sun set, the evening arrived.
At 9 p.m., commonly known as the set-dusk, the night had deepened, and most citizens in the city had already settled down to rest.
At that time, in the South of Jinguan City, a streak of silvery light pierced through the night sky like a shooting star chasing the moon, swiftly flying towards Yunding Mountain where the patrolling Armored Soldiers shouted.
Immediately following was the startling cry of a falcon. A loud shout came from within the silver light.
"Eight Hundred Miles Urgent from Guang'an Prefecture!"
"Clear the way!"
Subsequently, the silvery light unhindered, shot straight towards the Heavenly Patrol Hall at Cloud Peak.
At that moment, in a courtyard halfway up Yunding Mountain, numerous figures sitting in meditation opened their eyes; their divine light glittering in the darkness, gazing outside.
