Ye Zhaoyi wasn't talking nonsense; Tian Yangguang has always done things this way.
The reason for this is that ordinary people can no longer pique Tian Yangguang's interest.
Su Fan asked again, "Why aren't we going over?"
Ye Zhaoyi smiled and said, "The dark street only opens at nine in the evening, so we'd better find a place to eat now."
Su Fan nodded and then followed Ye Zhaoyi to a restaurant for dinner.
He was very curious about the dark street; being able to explore it before leaving Baiyue was clearly appealing.
By nine at night, Su Fan noticed the entrance to the dark street was already packed with cars and people.
Once an old, rusty iron gate opened, countless people streamed in.
It was as if the dark street had some kind of magic force, making it impossible for them not to enter.
Su Fan and Ye Zhaoyi didn't rush; they waited until everyone else had gone in before leisurely walking into the dark street.
