The sun sank in the west, disappearing behind the distant mountains.
Golden light spilled everywhere, dyeing the streets and alleys.
On the second floor of Zhuyue Tower, by the window, the tea before Chu Fan had long gone cold. The leaves and stems had settled at the bottom of the cup, not a wisp of steam remaining.
But he showed no intention of leaving.
He was like a stone statue set in the shadows of the window lattice, his gaze piercing the fading light as he silently stared at the main entrance of the Seven Stars Gang Sub-Branch.
People came and went on the street and in Zhuyue Tower, their clamor a rolling wave of noise, yet none of it disturbed him in the slightest.
'Is Zhou Ye not at the Seven Stars Gang Sub-Branch today?'
Chu Fan frowned.
He had waited for so long, but had seen neither Zhou Ye nor Xia Huanhuan.
'If I can't catch them today, I'll just have to come back tomorrow.'
