Before she knew it, winter had set in.
Just as Black and White Impermanence found an unexpected ally in Leopard Tail and began actively preparing to reclaim the Yellow Springs Road, Xuanyuan Gulun, on the far side of the city, was quiet. It was so peaceful, so abnormally still, it felt more like a tomb than anything else.
With Bei Mingyuan gone, even the number of visitors had dwindled. All day long, the first floor was empty save for the staff. It had been ages since they'd made a sale.
To outsiders, this was nothing unusual. That was just the nature of the antique trade: three years without a sale, and one sale could feed you for three. Besides, everyone was already deeply impressed by Bei Mingyuan's immense wealth, mysterious background, and incredible power. For Xin Huohuo, however, the longing left her feeling exceptionally lonely.
