C1192 The Black Fog Lord

The hustle and bustle had ceased as the business hours at Origin Merchant City came to an end. Thanks to the snowfall, the outdoor light was surprisingly decent—certainly brighter than during a rain shower. Snowflakes continued their relentless dance, showing no signs of abating. Once the final customer departed, a hush fell over Origin Merchant City.

Lo Chuan idly propped up his chin