It’s the Mao hour.
It is almost dawn.
There was a hint of white in the eastern sky, but it became increasingly darker as we got closer.
Logan Chu floated out from the courtyard of the Tiger Hall, and after running for dozens of feet, he landed on an alley from the roof of a house, slowed down, and walked forward at a normal speed.
He frowned slightly, something on his mind.
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