The night in Yan City was endlessly bustling, with clinking glasses and loud laughter emanating from the taverns, occasionally accompanied by the sound of breaking dishes. In the brothels, the melodious strains of music and singing floated, and the boisterous banter between men and women was clearly audible from the streets. The gambling houses were even livelier, with wild cheering and hysterical cursing.
For some prominent families in Yan City, this night was destined to be an unsettling one. A mysteriously dressed old woman walked down the bustling and lively street, attracting countless curious stares. Yet the old woman faced these unusual gazes with a calm demeanor. Her eyes appeared more clouded at night, but her gaze was resolutely fixed on the underground trading house not far away.
