The moon was dark, and the wind was high; the night was deep and heavy.
West Mountain Collection, shrouded in thick darkness, fell into silence; every household's doors were tightly shut, and there was no sound of rooster or dog.
A few sneaky figures quietly appeared, gliding forward along the rugged road.
Like ghosts.
Suddenly, the shadow in the front stopped in his tracks.
Chirps!
Accompanied by a sharp screech, a Flower Mink leaped from his arms and landed on the ground.
The Flower Mink twisted its head and sniffed around, then suddenly darted off to a forked path on the right.
"Over there."
The leading shadow said in a low voice, "Everyone, follow along!"
The three-man group moved swiftly, under the guidance of the Flower Mink, swiftly reaching the edge of West Mountain Collection.
What appeared before them was Zhang Yuan's residence!
"This is the place!"
The leading shadow lowered his voice.
But could not conceal the excitement in his tone.
