The sunset falls, the daylight of Jiangzhou City is obscured by the city walls, and the houses instantly dim, giving a sense that one cannot see their hand in front of them.
But after a moment, it suddenly lights up again.
The lights were bright.
The momentary silence of Jiangzhou City swiftly plunged into the revelry that comes after nightfall.
Demon-slaying Bureau.
The three people left the residence in succession, having talked for two hours; it was time to part.
"Stay for dinner."
"No need."
Yuan Tiangang stood at the door, with the people of the Demon-slaying Bureau beside him, each looking at Yuchi with complex expressions.
There were many things they wanted to say, but seeing their leader's timid demeanor, they couldn't speak up.
The nine-ringed sword hung silently at his waist.
The entire group fell silent.
Seeing off the three, Yuan Tiangang returned exhausted to the courtyard of the Demon-slaying Bureau.
