It was the middle of the night, not far from dawn.

It was drizzling, and the skies were misty. The number of pedestrians gradually decreased, and few of the city’s many lanterns remained lit. 

It was an early autumn rainy night, and there was already a trace of a piercing chill in the air.

As the carriage rolled across the blue stone streets, the wheels clattered. From time to time, a gust of night winds picked up fallen, yellowing leaves and carried them into the curtain of rain.

Su Yi sat upright, a light flickering in the depths of his gaze.

Someone was hurrying toward his carriage!

Whoosh!

A jade slip flew in through the curtain; someone had tossed it inside. 

Su Yi reached out his hand and grabbed it. There was only one sentence written on it: “Dare you meet me at Cloudcomb Lake?”

Su Yi put away the jade slip, then said to the carriage driver, “Take me to Cloudcomb Lake.”

The lake was in the eastern part of the city, a place where inns were as numerous as trees in a forest, and the residences were tightly packed. The vast majority of cultivators who entered Nine Tripod City chose to settle here.

In this district, fish and dragons intermingled, and there were people from every walk of life and school of thought.

When Su Yi’s carriage arrived at the banks of Cloudcomb Lake, it was already just...