Xining Port, shrouded in night.
A few lights flickered in the wind, casting reflections on the groans of pain.
"Hm?"
The servants and attendants of the mansion gathered by the pier, dividing silver coins among themselves, when they suddenly felt the flickering of the lights.
Turning around abruptly, they saw a figure who had appeared behind them at some unknown point.
"What the hell... Who are you?!"
The servant was startled, squinting to see that the figure was thin and not very tall, with black clothes fluttering in the wind, exuding a slight chill.
There were noble guests at the port today, and apart from this cargo ship, no other vessels docked.
Could this guy be the laborer who unloaded goods with the cook earlier?
No.
He didn't quite look the part.
This frame didn't seem like it could belong to a dock-hand.
"..."
Xie Xuanyi remained silent, merely watching those youth groaning in pain beneath him.
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