The night in the Great Yan Capital City was exceptionally quiet.
Only those with exceptionally high Cultivation could detect the members of the Bright Lamp Bureau in their Brocade Clothing, their auras concealed as they moved across the dark eaves and tiles.
The Bright Lamp Bureau—its name signifying a bright lamp that could illuminate the Imperial Capital even in the dead of night—was a group of such night-walkers, ever vigilant against crisis.
Lu Mingyuan followed behind Luo Ying, weaving through streets, alleys, and various market districts.
He soon realized something was wrong. They were heading neither toward Prince Jin's Mansion nor any of its associated businesses, nor to the location of the Capital City's tunnels.
'Where in the world is she going?'
"Lord Ying, where are we headed?"
The two arrived at the entrance of a gambling den, where the guards looked so ferocious that no one dared approach.
