Night hung low, and the Yunxiao Mountain Range lay hidden in ink-black darkness, yet its towering grandeur could not be concealed. Its steep peaks, under the moonlight, seemed like giant beasts crouching in wait, casting heavy shadows. The cliffs looked hewn by axes, and beneath the moon's outline, they appeared all the colder and more severe. Thin mist drifted through the mountains like light gauze, adding a few hints of haze to the majestic terrain.
The mountain forest was silent; only the breeze brushed the leaves, rustling softly.
The bright moon hung high, spilling silver radiance and draping the mountain forest in a cool, thin veil.
When the night was deep and all was still, a black figure quietly appeared from the woods, his form ghostlike. With only a light tap of his toes, he moved with the agility of a civet cat, racing toward the Zhang Family's Luyuan, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished into the night.
Luyuan was the Zhang Family's most important property, and the Zhang Family's tribal land had been built right beside it.
In the valley between two mountains, pavilions, terraces, towers, and halls stood in silence, their outlines under the moonlight revealing an ancient simplicity. Now and then, a breeze passed, and spiritual leaves rustled as though softly humming a nocturne. The entire Zhang Family estate was tranquil and filled with spiritual charm.
Under the bright moon's glow, that black figure gradually emerged before the Zhang Family's gate. He wore black clothes, and his face was also wrapped tightly in a black cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes as sharp as a hawk's.
His keen gaze swiftly swept the surroundings. Only after confirming there was no movement did he silently sneak into the Zhang Family's tribal land.
The Zhang Family's