(˙˙) What are you guys doing? (Part One)
It was late at night, probably around a quarter past midnight...
At that moment, a three-courtyard mansion with a garden and a courtyard stood atop a hollow on the southern shore of West Lake, sprawled across the rise like a great beast lying in wait. Beneath the moon, its blue-brick walls and black-tiled roof gleamed with a cold, hard light.
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Just then, seven or eight dark figures dressed in black, with black hoods and masks, lay motionless in the reeds outside the blue-brick wall. Each let the warm breath escaping beneath his mask condense into wisps of white vapor in the air, as if none of them felt the cold at all.
After all, it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it was the middle of the night. On top of that, they were near West Lake. The temperature was below ten degrees, and the howling, damp, chilly wind was miserable to endure.
Yet these men paid it no mind. They stayed crouched in the grass, silently observing the place, and who knew what they hoped to accomplish.
At last...
Who knew how much time had passed...
"!!"
"Damn that Mount Song Sect!"
Out of nowhere, the burly man at the head of the group suddenly pulled off his mask, revealing a twitching scar across his face. He cursed furiously:
"They only told us those two Huashan girls were here. They never said the place was this huge!"
"And the wall's so high, too!"
"We'll be spotted before we even make it to where those girls live!"
"Do they think every one of us has that dead bastard Tian Boguang's lightness skill?"
The more the scar-faced man complained, the more indignant he became. Before long, his voice had