While thinking about how to grab the attention of the elders of the eternal night mansion, Mo Han walked towards the room.
But as he opened the room door, suddenly an idea struck him in the next second. He closed the door and walked out of the Inn. In the middle of the dark night, he walked towards the eternal night mansion.
The night of Golden Silk City was unlike any other place in the realm—streets alive with laughter, music, and the flicker of thousands of crimson lanterns. Perfume mixed with incense, and painted courtesans leaned from balconies, calling out to passersby with lilting voices.
Mo Han walked through this sea of temptation without breaking stride, his cloak blending with the shadows.
By the time he reached the towering gates of the Eternal Night Mansion, the city's noise softened.
