On a hotel rooftop in the Imperial City.
Zhao Linglong was looking out over the Imperial City's nightscape when she received a call from Jiang Xinghai.
"Little Junior Brother, missing me already?" Zhao Linglong raised a cigarette to her lips and took a drag, a clear image of Jiang Xinghai's face and voice appearing in her mind.
"Little Senior Sister, I just got some important news."
Jiang Xinghai had no time to catch up. "The Black Cloak," he continued, "it isn't just one person. It's an organization."
"I know," Zhao Linglong nodded.
Jiang Xinghai realized his senior sister had already discovered this. "Then the Black Cloak member who wounded you..."
