At night, the hustle and bustle of the day gradually subsided. The glow of neon lights illuminated Dalian beneath the night sky, making this coastal city dazzlingly lit. The allure of the night made it seem like a city of illusions—breathtakingly beautiful.
"Driver, faster, could you please go any faster!"
In the darkness, on the wide road leading to the Nalan Martial Arts Hall, a taxi was speeding at 120 kilometers per hour. However, Nalan Xiangxiang, who was sitting in the backseat, felt even this was too slow. She wished she could take the wheel herself.
Earlier, she had accompanied Jia Ping'an to the airport to welcome Chen Fan. After his arrival, due to urgent matters at the martial arts hall, Jiaping-An didn't have time to talk to Nalan Xiangxiang. He told Nalan Xiangxiang to leave by herself, and he, along with Chen Fan and others, left the airport for the martial arts hall as quickly as possible.