Whoosh!
The breeze gently blows.
Fang Xing walks in the darkness, his body seemingly merging into the shadows, as nature itself conceals his traces, making him appear like the most skilled wilderness wanderer, infiltrating a cluster of wooden huts.
"Squeak, squeak!"
In the darkness, a few rats scout ahead, while sparrows monitor from the rooftop.
Fang Xing stands in the shadows, looking towards a few connected wooden huts not far away.
In one of the huts, there's still a silhouette awake, evidently on night watch.
'Looks like even Xing San knows he's offended too many people... Even with a steward Disciple backing him, he still has to guard against others seeking revenge…'
Fang Xing considers himself one who always repays grievances and kindness, Peach Red had cared for him before, though she asked for two sheets of blood paper, the favor was returned, yet the bond remains.
