Two days later.
Around a quarter past seven in the evening, darkness blanketed the outskirts of Hengzhou City. The autumn wind howled, and the weather was growing steadily colder.
At that moment, Yue Lingshan, Linghu Chong, and Lu Dayou were dressed in black, with their faces covered by black cloth. They were crouched in a patch of bushes, watching the Songshan Sect's headquarters from afar—a modest courtyard at the foot of the mountain, brightly lit.
The courtyard had two or three rows of buildings and a low wall. At its entrance stood four Songshan disciples with swords, two on either side. Nearby, two or three patrols of disciples moved back and forth.
The place was not only heavily guarded; there were at least several dozen people there. It was obviously no place to trifle with.
"Hey!"
After watching for a while, Yue Lingshan asked impatiently in a lowered voice:
"Senior Brother, tell me—what should we do?"
"Are we going to go through with it or not?"
As she spoke, her hand instinctively rested on her sword hilt. Moonlight fell on her pretty face, veiled in black, making her features look like a painting.
Though she wore a black veil, it did nothing to hide the eager excitement in her eyes.
They had spent a great deal of effort and money learning about the Songshan Sect's temporary headquarters outside Hengzhou City. But when they got there, they realized that Annie's earlier suggestion had been a little too optimistic.
The three of them—herself, Senior Brother, and Six Monkey—would have a hard time taking the place by force.
"..."
Linghu Chong said nothing. After observing the place for a while, he furrowed his brows and sighed.
"Junior Sister, this won't be easy!"
"If we're willing to risk our lives and charge in with