Farewell

At this moment, there was a faint commotion on Lakeside Street. Although it was late at night and the outside was covered in ice and snow, there were still many people who came out of their houses with lamps in their hands. They looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky in the courtyard and let out waves of exclamations.

Of course, at this moment, nobody would notice that there was one more footprint on the snow in front of the stairs outside No. 169 Binhu Avenue. The footprint extended all the way from the opposite side of the street, crossed the sidewalk outside the villa, and finally came to the gate of Xia Pingan's Villa. Not until then did a figure in a black windbreaker gradually appear in the dark.

With hands in his sleeves, he looked like an ascetic nun. Under the hood was an old man with fine eyes, an aquiline nose, and golden hair. He was the elder of the rabery clan whom Xia Pingan had met in condera Castle--kapasrabery.