Chapter 322: 179. It is called Annie

Falling Leaves Plain, the night at Himfast was silent.

But it was not devoid of life.

Star-like dots of light filled every corner of the city in the middle of this plain, illuminating the entire sky.

In a sense, the black night catastrophe made the night even livelier.

On the outskirts of the city, a carriage stopped in front of a manor, with faint light from an oil lamp seeping through the gaps in the curtains.

Rain fell on the horses' manes and backs, their noses breathing out faint mists of white.

The weather was too cold, perhaps not even 10 degrees.

Lu Li, holding an umbrella, descended from the carriage, followed by the ghostly figure of Anna, heading together to the gate.

Lu Li reached out to touch the wet and icy gate, which shook and emitted the sound of metal clashing, unable to be opened.

The gate was locked.