73, Jianghu

Under the cover of night, the hues of Hongyi Lane were intensely vivid.

From one end of the alley to the other, lanterns were strung up in celebration, as if it were a wedding celebration each day and a dissipation of worries each night with drunken revelry, the whole building alive with beckoning red sleeves.

The Golden Workshop had made a name for itself by adorning its beams and columns in gold foil and gold powder amidst this vibrant red, its Qiannqiu Pavilion embellished with gems, dazzling and resplendent.

Such designs were commonplace in Jinling, but in Luocheng City, this workshop stood alone.

In a corner outside Hongyi Lane, Wu Yun slowly blended into the darkness, while Chen Ji quietly climbed the eaves with his hands, effortlessly jumping up to stand firmly atop.

With another light leap, he grasped the extending part of the roof corner, swinging himself onto the rooftop.