The moon hung high in the sky.
Twenty miles south of Moon Embracing Mountain, within a strip of dense forest deliberately left behind by a Pioneer Team.
A scrawny old man in gray clothes with a goatee leaned against a large tree, resting with his eyes closed.
After quite some time, faint footsteps sounded.
Beneath the moonlight and tree shadows, someone wearing a White Mask and a Black Cloak, carrying a wooden box in his left hand, strode over.
His black cloak billowed, his eyes cold, like a terrifying giant bat swooping straight at them.
"Did you bring the White Jade?" Shang Huan lowered his voice behind the mask, slowing his tone and doing his best to make it sound calm, indifferent, and oppressive.
"Here, here!" The goateed old man hastily pulled a bulging cloth sack from his sleeve pouch and tossed it to Shang Huan.
Shang Huan caught it with his right hand, which wore a brown suede glove, and weighed it in his palm.
Smack!
The calf-high wooden box slipped from his left hand.
Shang Huan immediately turned and left, utterly swift and decisive.
A quarter hour later.
Twenty-three miles southeast of Moon Embracing Mountain, inside another similar patch of dense forest.
Holding the White Mask in one hand, Shang Huan squinted his small eyes into slits and looked at the Wushan Six Siblings with a fawning smile.
"I'll be troubling you, brothers and sisters!"
"This is the last job!"
"Once we're done tonight, we can rest for five days."
"No trouble at all," Lu Ku said with a smile.
Then, with an admiring look, he cautiously probed, "I never expected Mr. Gongsun to know artifact refining too. I thought he was more skilled at alchemy."
"Mr. Gongsun's abilities are beyond our speculation." Shang Huan wore an