Tonight, the City Lord Manor is a place of two extremes, ice and fire.
In the Martial Arts Arena of the front hall, there is constant clamor and festivity.
However, on the other side of the manor, in a certain courtyard, it is extremely quiet.
Quiet, but it does not mean there is no one.
On the contrary, there are many people.
These people are busy, coming and going, occasionally carrying trays with bloody bandages from inside to elsewhere in a hurry.
Occasionally, someone carrying a medicine box rushes into the courtyard.
In the surrounding darkness, it is unknown how many people are hidden.
Guarding this place vigilantly, not even a mosquito could fly in.
Not far away on a rooftop, a young man withdrew his gaze, then looked at the old man beside him:
"Master, the vigilance is far more stringent than I imagined."
