South of North Street, there was an array of broad estates, where not only were the prominent gentry of Qinghe Town residing, but also wealthy and influential merchants. Even the residence of Chief Constable Hong, who handled fierce criminals for the Guardian Mansion, was located nearby.
The night had an ominous wind, with dark clouds looming above, plunging Qinghe Town into a deep darkness. Only some lights from the riverside boat workshops flickered through the gloom.
Bai Ziyue walked down a wide path, his face expressionless, his stride steady and purposeful.
Soon, he stopped at the entrance of a grand mansion.
Two Qilin Stone Pillars stood on either side, resembling predatory beasts. Above the entrance, a series of high plaques were centrally hung.
Zhao Mansion!
With a cold smile, Bai Ziyue paused, then leaped swiftly, stepping firmly on the left Qilin Stone Pillar, and instantly vaulted over the Zhao Mansion's gate.
