He had to do tonight was to pull out these needles, one by one.
Playing the role of a coachman, and wearing a bamboo hat, Hou Renmeng shook the reins:
"Understood!"
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, the Capital welcomed another night.
For the vast majority of the common folk, they were neither aware of the turmoil stirred up by the Demon Path State Preceptor among the upper echelons, nor did they know about Yama Zhao's moves tonight.
Huang Jinrong was the name of a bookshop in the Capital, implying that one could find 'a house of gold' within books.
However, because of its remote location, the business wasn't very good. The neighbors all knew that the bookshop owner was a poor scholar, who spent all day inside the shop flipping through a few worn-out books.
On good days, he might sell a few volumes; on bad days, he'd only peddle a few sheets of Xuan paper and some writing brushes all day.
His impoverished state was in stark contrast to the name "Huang Jinrong."
