Lu Yuan respectfully withdrew.
He had only taken a few steps from the Governor's Mansion when the Spirit Stone Lamp hanging by the gate went out.
With a CLANG, a servant bolted the Mansion Gate shut.
Lu Yuan looked at the empty streets. It was pitch-black all around, a complete contrast to the bustling scene during the day.
In an era overrun by Xingzi, ordinary people wouldn't dare to venture out at night, terrified of encountering some malevolent entity. This was true even in the Provincial City, which common wild Xingzi couldn't enter.
Lu Yuan wasn't afraid of these foul things anymore, as long as they didn't suddenly pop up right in his face.
Lu Yuan remembered what the Celestial Master had said earlier and walked toward the southern wall.
Even in the dim environment, Lu Yuan's eyes were like he'd turned on infrared vision; he could see everything with perfect clarity.
