Dusk, the clouds ablaze like fire.
The entire White Emperor City, bathed in the evening glow, harmonious and bustling.
On the streets, the constant flow of carriages and horses, the sounds of string and bamboo instruments emitted from the city's taverns, seemed to signify everything returning to normal.
At the Sky Patrol Department's station, a group of Ninth Mountain Soldiers guarded the front of a courtyard.
At this moment, these soldiers, facing forwards, slightly turned their heads, then turned back again, their eyes revealing a puzzled expression.
They saw a man with a curly beard, holding a jug of wine in one hand and several oil-paper wrapped packages in the other, walking towards them, then turning around, and walking towards them again, muttering something.
"I said, when Brother Chen visits White Emperor City, I, Qin Hu, would invite him for a drink."
"Ah, forget it, forget it, it seems a bit inappropriate right now."
