C727 Chuanning

It was 12 o'clock in the morning. On a quiet farm outside the city.

Rather than a farm, it would be more appropriate to call it a "Longa hanger-on of an aristocrat Stack".

Several restaurants had been built here, and all of them were in the style of an ancient inn.

Lanterns hung high up in the sky, and the streets were brightly lit. Even though they were in the suburbs