Chapter 653: Catching a Demonic Cultivator
To Mo Yuan, this was clearly not worth it.
Three hundred years was tantamount to highway robbery.
Yet Mister had agreed to it anyway.
Mo Yuan did not quite understand why Mister would make such a choice. However, as long as it was Mister's decision, it could not be wrong. The only fault lay in Mo Yuan himself for failing to comprehend him.
Night had fallen, and it was not just the Imperial Palace that had grown incomparably quiet.
The streets of Shangjing City were particularly desolate. Ever since the curfew began, its nights rarely saw any bustle. The unlucky ones were naturally the brothels and pleasure houses. Having sat idle for days without earning a single coin, their bitter complaints inevitably filled the air.
Occasionally, familiar officials would pass by downstairs.
Whenever that happened, the madam would send someone out to ask how much longer the curfew would last.
But the answers they received were always inconclusive.