GS 47: Thunderstrike

Rain ran along the edge of the man’s conical hat, dripping down like it was forming him a veil. He glanced at Yan Xiaohan’s extremely subtle movements, raised a brow, and reached behind him towards the cloth bundle at his back.

Right at that moment, a sudden bird-like call came from within the hall, interrupting the hostilities between the two.

“Yan—“ Came the Prince of Qi’s voice, at a critical moment. “…Oh, it’s okay. You can let him in.”