As dusk fell, a blood-red moon hung slantingly in the sky, casting a hazy light that lightly brushed the streets.
In fact, the moon wasn't originally blood-red in color. Qin Feng once heard from his master, Ning Wuxu, that it appeared this way because the color of the world's barriers was such. When viewed from within the world, both the sun and the moon seemed blood-tinted, even their light carried the hue of blood red.
Dim lights began to flicker in the shops lining the streets. Because the demon clan had a severe class divide, once night fell, only upper demons would walk about at will. The lower demons dared not venture out easily, so there were not many figures moving about on the streets.
A demon bat, the size of a fist, took flight with outstretched wings, soaring toward the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.
On the street, a figure silently slipped into the shadow beneath a house, then merged into the darkness, leaving no trace to be seen.