At this moment, it was already late at night.
The night was as dark as ink, with the moonlight completely swallowed by thick clouds.
The stars were dim, as if draping the earth in a cloak of darkness.
In this deeply silent night, a sudden urgent knocking at the door broke the tranquility of Qin An's residence.
The courtyard where he lived was always secluded, with few visitors on ordinary days.
The sudden visitor at this time must be due to an extremely urgent matter.
Qin An's gaze sharpened, his five fingers quietly grasped the hilt of the Cold Star Saber at his waist, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"
"Sir, urgent report from the Internal Affairs Department!" A breathless voice from a Household Officer came from outside: "Mr. Zhou has an important matter to discuss with you, and requests your immediate presence for a meeting."
"Mission?" Qin An furrowed his brows, nodded, and said, "I understand, you may leave now."
