In the early, gray dawn beyond the distant mountains, dazzling stars arrived as tributes.
The appointed place was inside a secluded and quiet teahouse within Mo City's Royal City.
Ning Feiyan's gaze shifted away from a modest bun shop and approached the stone lion at the teahouse entrance together with Baili An.
At that moment, the teahouse was cold and deserted; only a private room on the second floor had its lights bright, evidently having been waiting in silence for a long time.
Ascending the stairs, Baili An and Ning Feiyan approached the anteroom, where the light doors were wide open.
Mrs. Ning sat quietly inside, having already prepared a table full of sumptuous food and drink.
Seeing the two arrive, Mrs. Ning spread her skirts gracefully as she stood up, her face had reined in the spiteful and crazed expressions from the previous night, now looking somewhat dignified and composed:
