Chu Fan nimbly pulled off his face mask and Night Traveler's Clothes, balling them up and stuffing them into a rat hole in the corner of the wall. He then quickly slipped on a worn, cyan cotton long-robe, reverting to his usual appearance as an ordinary, even somewhat naive-looking, low-level disciple of the Seven Stars Gang.
He patted the dust from his sleeves, took a deep breath of the cold, clear air, and then unhurriedly took a roundabout way back to the Seven Stars Gang.
This night, Cyan Yang City was destined to be sleepless.
The aftershocks from the encroachment on the Blood Saber Sect's territory had not yet subsided. Now, this sudden, mysterious arrow-message was like a giant boulder crashing into a turbulent undercurrent, instantly setting off a monstrous wave.
Some schemed in the shadows, arrogantly trying to piece together the truth and find opportunities from the brief message.
