The drizzling night rain made the already dim sky even darker. On the rain-soaked mountain trail, a solitary courtyard stood, brightly lit.
KNOCK, KNOCK!
The courtyard gate was knocked upon.
A few moments later, the tightly closed gate opened. A man dressed as a scholar stood there, quietly observing the visitor.
"I am Mo Zijin. May I know how to address you?"
"Yang Gong of the Eternal Alliance, at your service, Mr. Mo!"
Yang Gong, polite and bowing, maintained a calm demeanor, yet his eyes betrayed his nervousness.
He was acutely aware of exactly what kind of entity stood before him.
Even though he was a member of the Eternal Alliance, he dared not underestimate a young Heavenly Calamity.
Hearing the words "Eternal Alliance," Mo Zijin's expression remained mostly unchanged.
"It's raining outside, Brother Yang. Why don't you come in and sit for a while?"
Having said that, he turned and walked inside.
Standing outside the courtyard, Yang Gong hesitated.
