The night was deep.
In an unremarkable alley in the Inner City lived an old bachelor who made barrels for a living.
He had lived here for a very long time. Even the oldest residents of the alley didn't know when he had moved here.
He was quiet and reserved, with almost no presence.
Much of the time, his neighbors weren't even aware they had such a person living among them.
In the pitch-black courtyard, the Gubao Elder shot upright, his eyes glowing frighteningly in the dark.
At this moment, a stark contrast to his daytime demeanor, his entire aura was incredibly sharp, like a drawn sword.
"Since you're here, why hide?"
The old man said in a deep voice, "Since you found this place, you should know the rules.
A seventy percent deposit, paid now. The remaining thirty percent is paid upon completion."
"I'm not here to place an order."
A voice sounded, and then a person completely shrouded in a black robe walked out of the shadows, speaking in a hoarse voice.
