Yang Yan returned to Prosperous Court, and it was already nine at night.
After all this hassle, Yang Yan felt a bit tired.
Lying in bed, he stared blankly at the ceiling, pondering the motive of the black-robed figure mentioned by the Black Tortoise.
He wondered if the black-robed person mentioned by Frost Heaven was the same group.
Or perhaps it was the same person.
After all, to wipe out a group that even Frost Heaven finds troublesome in such a short time, that's not something an ordinary person can do.
Yang Yan thought and thought until he fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Red Dust went along with Zhuge Wushuang to Fatty's bar.
As for the Black Tortoise that was stubbornly sticking with Yang Yan, it was lying in the fish tank, sleeping like a pet Brazilian turtle.
In the early morning, Yang Yan woke up very early, planning to visit some places to confirm whether what he sensed from the Black Tortoise yesterday was true.
