This night was destined to be a restless one.
As the night deepened slowly toward the west, the cold dew grew increasingly heavy, and a misty white fog rose above the river, dampening those it touched with a moist chill.
The characteristic mournful cry of the cold crow traveled from afar, imbuing hearts with an added sense of desolation.
Su Pan'er didn't return to rest, instead she took advantage of the moonlight to walk onto a nearby small hill, quietly gazing at the river's surface.
Unnoticed, a group of men quietly arrived by her side, kneeling silently on the ground and quietly awaiting her orders.
"You've finally made it in time!"
Su Pan'er softly sighed, seemingly expelling all the murky air at the bottom of her heart.
The ones kneeling before her were none other than Cao Imperial Historian and his tardy companions.
