Great Bamboo Peak.
The night was as still as water.
The cool moonlight draped Great Bamboo Peak in a thin veil.
On the roof behind Shou Jing Hall,
Ye Xuan sat with his legs crossed, a foxtail grass stem in his mouth, leisurely swinging his feet.
A breeze swept by, stirring the bamboo grove into a rustling sea of sound.
"Blood Dripping Cave..."
Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the imperfect moon. His little schemes were clicking away in his head.
Two years ago,
the system had issued a new sign-in mission.
But Ye Xuan had never found a chance to leave the mountain.
Now,
he could finally go down the mountain.
What kind of reward would he get for signing in this time?
Besides,
this was a trip on the house.
Thinking of the heavy money pouch in his arms, Ye Xuan couldn't suppress his grin.
Old Tian had really splurged this time.
Just then,
the faint scrape of roof tiles came from behind him.
The sound was soft, tinged with hesitation and caution.
Ye Xuan didn't look back. He didn't even change his pose.
"Can't sleep, so you came up to the roof to practice your lightness skills?"
The person behind him stopped short, seeming a little embarrassed at being discovered.
"Seventh Senior Brother."
The voice was muffled, hoarse with the cracking rasp peculiar to boys going through puberty.
It was Zhang Xiaofan.
The boy wore a disciple's robe washed so often that it had faded white.
He slowly edged over to Ye Xuan and sat down like him, though he looked rather stiff, both hands placed properly on his knees.
Ye Xuan spat out the grass stem and glanced sideways at him.
"What is it?"
"Can't sleep because you're excited about going down