The night deepened, and the clouds over the Capital sped up their flow as the wind blew. The wisps of clouds, like rags, repeatedly wiped the moon, which shone cold and clear as new.
Around the Kong Mansion, figures clad in nightwear were hidden in the darkness, ensuring that even a mosquito penetrating the perimeter would be detected.
"Whoo… exhale…" Across from the mansion, at the mouth of a narrow alley.
Zhang Han's body was straight, leaning against the icy grey wall, his chest heaving irregularly with his breathing.
Tonight, as the leader of Nine Halls' most valued team, he was stationed outside Kong Hanlin's residence to ambush and track the Demon Path.
Not long ago, he had witnessed a woman walking straight into the mansion.
Zhang Han silently counted his heartbeats, estimating that the person had been inside for about two quarters.
"My lord, are we to continue waiting like this?" A Master emerged from the narrow alley, asking in a soft voice.
