Night came early in the mountains.
The full moon had only just climbed above the rim of the half-round sinkhole, its sheer cliffs and rolling ridges silhouetted against the silver frost of moonlight. Sparse old trees looked like cassia trees in Guanghan Palace, while clouds drifted through the moonlit sky, brimming with poetic charm.
The temples within the sinkhole lit their candles one after another. Disciples clad in robes of some particular style lit the lanterns by the main gates.
The moon shone bright, the clouds were few, and the blue-smoke-colored mountains and rivers lay quiet and ethereal.
Bai Yujun had only stood there a moment before the sky darkened. That was simply how it was in the deep mountains.
An owl's cry echoed through the valley.
Bai Yujun looked at the gate high above the steps, its lanterns now lit, without the slightest intention of lodging there. Instinctively, she disliked and rejected it, repulsed by such a hypocritical place.
Before she could turn and mount her horse,
A faint disturbance came from the direction of the official road she had traveled down. Three people were running with Lightness Skill Movement.
Holding a paper umbrella, a certain Bai sighed over how lively the evening was.
Very soon, the three figures ran up close. They curiously glanced at the certain Bai standing foolishly by the roadside, then climbed the steps and ran into the temple. Their movements were practiced and natural. Every step they took avoided pebbles and moss, landing precisely where it should; they seemed exceedingly familiar with this place.
Once through the gate, they swiftly changed their disguises and clothing, pretending to be ordinary worshippers.
Bai Yujun caught a faint scent of blood.
"..."
Who would have thought that merely standing by the road for a while would reveal