At this moment, it was already dusk, nearing late autumn, the sky darkened exceptionally fast. In less than fifteen minutes, the sunset had vanished below the horizon, leaving only red clouds illuminated by the afterglow.
There was no curfew in the Yang Kingdom, and Zangfeng State was even more famously known as a city that never sleeps. The bustling night market had the saying, "Stars seem to fall from the Milky Way," which has attracted countless poets to compose verses.
At this moment, when night fell, the lights gradually brightened, illuminating Zangfeng State as if it were daytime.
The real bustle was only just beginning.
"Huff... huff..."
Ah Kan was panting heavily, swiftly darting through the shadows between buildings, moving so fast it was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
