The full moon hung high, like a fox's eye.
The bustling Weiyan Street appeared especially deserted in the night.
In front of the corner's steamed bun shop, the elegantly dressed man seemed out of place.
"Master Wu, it's been a long time!"
A respectful voice slowly echoed along the empty street, rippling away in the air, spreading far and wide.
Busy at work, Old Wu's back faced the elegantly dressed man and his movements paused slightly. His upright figure, as sharp as a blade, exuded a rarely seen authority in an instant.
The elegantly dressed man looked up apprehensively, a bead of cold sweat trickling from his brow.
If he were being honest, unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to come here and interact with this dangerous figure before him.
"The Imperial Spirit Palace hasn't forgotten about this old wreck, has it?"
Old Wu, putting away the cutting utensils on the case without turning his head, uttered indifferently.