The night was dark and windy, with black clouds enveloping the moon. Black Mountain Village was dead silent, save for the crickets screaming their hearts out.
Yan Daozi sat cross-legged on the earth bed in the room, meditating quietly. On the table lay his packed bag and iron sword, and outside the courtyard, the donkey cart had been harnessed.
Should he encounter anything irresistible tomorrow, he'd leave immediately.
It's a pity there weren't many life-saving items, which made him feel uncertain. Thinking of this, Yan Daozi recalled that thief named Mulan, simply... outrageous!
Clang!
The sound of the door being forced open came from outside, and Yan Daozi shivered all over. Suddenly, he noticed the insect chirping outside was gone, and everything around was silent to the point of eeriness, silent to the point of seeping.
