C63 Undercurrents Were Brewing

On the Guiyang Tavern, there was a pale hand, a black folding fan, and a pair of cold and deep eyes.

The pale hand was wearing a dark green thumb ring, which seemed out of place with his dark red clothes.

The wine cup slowly rotated in his hand. For nearly an hour, the wine was still the same cup.

Below Guiyang Tavern, on the ten miles long street, it was bustling and lively as usual