Xia Guang City, late at night, an ancient and quaint guesthouse appeared particularly tranquil under the faint moonlight.
A cold wind blew by, causing the wooden signboard to sway slightly, emitting a ghostly creaking sound.
A figure, like a specter, appeared outside the guesthouse and nonchalantly pushed the door open.
Behind the counter, a plump landlord was bowing his head to his accounts. Hearing the noise and just as he was about to look up, a voice came from behind his neck.
"Have you gathered all the information about the people?"
The voice was very indifferent. Hearing it, the plump landlord hurriedly began, "Young Master Xu, I haven't..."
"Shut up, you have no connection with our Xu Family."
"Yes, yes, yes, I have never seen the young master before. It's just that I haven't found out the identities of that group of noble young masters; they haven't revealed anything."
"Useless. What room are they staying in?"
