The next day.
Mo Yun got up before dawn as usual.
After practicing his fists in the courtyard for nearly two hours, he glanced at the gradually brightening sky and focused for a moment. Then he went back inside, changed his clothes, picked up a large shovel, and prepared to head to Mist Mountain.
Daylight was only just breaking, the hour when the fog on Mist Mountain was thickest. The entire mountain seemed shrouded in clouds and mist.
The miasma was also at its densest then. An ordinary person would grow dizzy after spending even a short while on the mountain.
In theory, it would have been better to enter after lunch, when visibility improved and the miasma thinned, allowing him to stay longer.
But now that he had located the demon's lair, Mo Yun could hardly wait.
I'll finish this quickly before more trouble crops up!
However, the moment he stepped out of the courtyard, he ran into Huang Shan coming toward him.
Seeing Mo Yun dressed in black from head to toe, wearing a black face covering and carrying a shovel, Huang Shan asked in bewilderment, "Mo Yun, what are you...?"
Mo Yun made no attempt to hide his intentions. "I'm heading to Mist Mountain. If I'm late getting back, don't wait for me for lunch."
With that, he moved to pass Huang Shan and speed away.
"Wait..." Huang Shan hurriedly called.
Mo Yun looked back. "What is it?"
Huang Shan quickly said, "Lord Wu sent word. He's finished dealing with his family affairs. Unless something unexpected happens, he'll be back early tomorrow morning."
At that, the corners of Mo Yun's mouth curled beneath his face covering. He smiled. "That's good. Once we finish the handover tomorrow, we can head back. We won't miss the New Year."
Barring