The pale moon hung in the sky. In the mountain forests and wild fields, the tree shadows danced.
"HYA!"
At the end of the dirt road at the foot of the mountain, two robust and large steeds galloped, kicking up clouds of dust and puffing hot air from their nostrils and mouths. The surrounding trees whizzed by like phantoms.
Astride the horses, two men clad in black, close-fitting attire had stern looks in their eyes, constantly scanning their surroundings as if in search of something. No more than ten meters behind them, in the woods, a figure dressed in a scholar's blue garments leapt lightly in pursuit.
Though he appeared to be a frail scholar, his Qinggong was exceptionally refined and profound. It was as if he were treading on an auspicious cloud, his leaps and bounds as effortless and relaxed as a leisurely stroll.
