Tomorrow is a Good Day

An old man with black gloves stood at the end of a long street. He lit his cigar and inhaled deeply before letting out a puff of cool blue smoke. He waited quietly.

After a long time, his shoulders twitched and he turned slowly. A figure had appeared behind him. "Mr. Holmes," he nodded. "I have been waiting for you."

"Mr. Ghosthand, long time no see." Ye Qingxuan smiled and took off his hunting hat. "I remember our first meeting was outside the White Horse hotel. You gave me directions before, but now it’s the opposite."

Ghosthand gazed deeply into the youth’s eyes. He could not help but sigh in lamentation. A few months ago, he and the youth had met for the first time, brushing past each other on the street. At that time, he was still the debtor, Ghosthand, an infamous legend of Avalon. Ye Qingxuan was just an Eastern kid who had just arrived.