C25 Cheng Xueyi

Nangong Fan strutted out of the Black Mansion, clutching a personal letter from Hei Yushang. As he traversed Dragonstone again, a sense of oppression weighed heavily on him. What had become of the once vibrant and bustling Dragonstone?

The city's main thoroughfare, which could easily accommodate ten horses abreast, now lay deserted. Even in the wee hours, this road would be teeming with people