Twilight City, afternoon.
In an abandoned warehouse occupied by no one, the piled burlap sacks and wooden boxes exuded a musty, moldy odor.
The afternoon sun slanted through the grime-covered skylight, cutting beams of light in the air, illuminating the dancing dust and the occasional passing blue butterfly.
Within this tranquil dust and light, a corner's shadow suddenly twisted and wriggled as if imbued with life.
In an instant, Luo Yan's figure silently emerged from the shadow, lightly patting non-existent dust off his robe.
Seeing the master appear in the warehouse, Sarah, who was leaning by the door, also stepped out from the shadow, respectfully touching the ground with one knee.
"Lord Demon King."
Today was the scheduled regular contact time.
She had been waiting here for quite some time.
Looking at the kneeling Sarah, Luo Yan gently nodded, signaling her to stand.
"Rise and speak."
"At your command."
