Tonight, there is no wind, only stars.
Stars spread across like a game of Go, illuminating the sky brilliantly.
Last night's heavy rain cleansed the whole world.
Beneath the night sky, Liuyin City is tranquil.
Inside the City Lord Manor, lamps are brightly lit, with patrolling disciples hurriedly passing by, only to disappear in the blink of an eye.
In this world, things often have two sides.
Where there is light, there must be darkness.
And in those dark shadows untouched by light, figures suddenly emerge.
Light as feathers, silent as phantoms.
They move stealthily in every dark corner of the City Lord Manor, their Qinggong unpredictable and strange.
They move extremely fast, clearly with a plot in mind.
In just a moment, a group of black-clothed men had gathered together.
The leader stretched out a hand to point, and several people, like shadows, surged into the courtyard.
Some quietly pressed against the walls, others hidden in corners.
