Late night. Silence filled the air.
This night was exceptionally quiet, and even exceedingly dark. The heavy night shroud enveloped the entire Jiangdu so densely that not a breath could pass through. There was no moonlight in the sky, not even a hint of starlight could be seen.
And the streets and alleys were so dark after nightfall that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
The long street was like a mark drawn with thick ink. The shops and houses lined along the street left only layered outlines and shadows in the night, revealing an eerie sense of ghostly figures upon closer inspection.
Yet in this pitch-black night, there was a small window emitting a faint glimmer of light.
This faint light spilled across the long street through the darkness, like a piece of dim starlight obscured by clouds in the black sky, barely discernible even with close inspection. Yet, as a figure passed by, it revealed the trace of light.
