C1408 Decide

Beneath the cloak of night, the darkness was dense and oppressive, like ink spilled from an overturned bottle.

The ancient corridors of the Gong family resounded with the rapid patter of footsteps.

"Where could he be?" Gong Yan adjusted her ill-fitting clothes, her gaze sweeping over a confusing array of pavilions and halls—a veritable maze for someone with a poor sense of direction