However, there is no curfew in Tiangui City. When it gets dark, every house is brightly lit and crowded.

At this time, Yang Yunfan saw a drunken and red-faced Wu Clan monk passing by, humming a song.

"Um?"

When the Wu Clan monk passed by the small library, he seemed to be stunned by something.

He couldn't help but look back.

But this glance made his whole body tremble suddenly, and he suddenly sobered up a lot.

Then, he took a quick step and came to the display window.

The amber eyes were almost condensed into a vertical line, staring at the portrait of [Sikong Yanran] for a long time.

He looked left and right, as if he wanted to destroy the painting.

However, there were too many people on this street, and he was afraid that doing so would attract more people's attention, so he endured it.

"boom!"

The next moment, he saw that there were still people busy in the small library, so he ignored them and rushed in.

…

On top of the teahouse opposite.

Yang Yunfan took in all this, and a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that he knows Sikong Yanran."
Chapter completed!