C142 One Thought Magical Whip(1)

In the outskirts of Brona, at the residence of Yu Shuwen.

A sleek black BMW was parked quietly to the side, as a frail-looking young man stepped out from the back seat.

He appeared to be no older than twenty-four, with gold-rimmed glasses and a complexion as fair and delicate as a scholar's. Yet, there was an incongruous chill about him that seemed out of place