The night was quiet.
There was no harassment from the cold wind or the teasing of snowflakes.
There was only a silver moon hanging in the night sky, quietly watching him.
The weather was good tonight.
However, Luo Qingzhou still did not dare to be careless.
He was very careful along the way. Like the wind, he floated and soon arrived at Mandarin Duck Restaurant.
He stopped a hundred meters away and looked at the top of the Mandarin Duck Restaurant.
There was no one around.
It seemed to be a little early.
That senior had yet to arrive.
Luo Qingzhou did not dare to approach the restaurant alone. He could only wander around for a while. As he observed the houses and streets of Mo City, he honed his soul in the night.
An hour later.
He returned to Mandarin Duck Restaurant.
On the eaves, the moon-white figure was already standing there silently.
The silver moon was like a hook.