At one in the morning, the night was deep and quiet. Inside the Presidential Palace, silence prevailed; this was the time when sleep was heaviest upon people, and most were deep in slumber. Long Linger stealthily followed Yeh Huang into the ancient palace complex of the Yeh family.
The weather seemed nice today, with a half-silver moon casting its faint glow over the old palace buildings. Long Linger felt immensely shocked; she hadn't expected such an immense palace complex behind the well-guarded Presidential Palace. At this moment, the ancient Imperial Palace seemed to be asleep, terrifyingly quiet.
After entering the palace, Yeh Huang's figure vanished like a ghost, and Long Linger didn't dare make a sound.
Under the dim light, these ancient buildings looked completely alike, leaving her unsure of which direction to take.
