Jiang Ming's regular attire transformed into a dark black robe after he turned a corner.
The design of the robe balanced both fitting and elegance, with silver cloud patterns on the sleeves fluttering as though about to take flight.
Jiang Ming put the mask on his face with his slender fingers.
The petal on the mask's forehead was vividly lifelike.
The token flipped outwards, hanging at his waist.
Jiang Ming's figure seemed to merge into the darkness, unnoticed by the people on the street.
Jiang Ming appeared at the side gate of the City Lord's Mansion and lightly tapped the token against the side gate wall.
"Click."
The sound of machinery operating rang out.
A deep underground passageway appeared before Jiang Ming's eyes.
"Welcome back to the pavilion, Cyan Thunder."
A gentle voice echoed around Jiang Ming.
In the outside world, Jiang Ming is Jiang Ming.
