A remote retreat outside the capital.
This place is far from the bustling world, already serene and secluded, and even more so in the depths of the night, making it increasingly desolate.
A black-clad figure carried someone on their shoulder, leaping and gliding over rooftops as if walking on flat ground, fast and steady.
Passing over thousands of glazed tiles, they finally stopped at a pavilion. The black-clad figure leapt down, landing in the courtyard.
A shadow approached, "What took you so long?"
The black-clad person reached up to rub their nose, somewhat innocently, "Was it really that long? No way, it was pretty fast, wasn't it?"
"Cut the crap. The master has been waiting for you for a while now. Quickly get the person inside."
The black-clad figure, hearing this, rolled their eyes, muttering in a very low voice, "Master? Is he even human? Who can match his speed? Isn't that monstrous?"
