An Yiqing brought the Four Divine Beasts, concealed their forms, and climbed over the high walls of Anpei Mansion. All around was silent, the pitch-blackness causing a sense of unease.
"What's the point of making such a big mansion if so few live here?" Fatty Mao Er grumbled discontentedly, "Boss, this Anpei Mansion is eerie and dark; it's clear many have died here."
"Shh! Keep it down, afraid others can't hear you, huh?" Old Jin glared at her.
Fatty Mao Er pursed her lips and pinched Old Jin's thigh with her small hand. Old Jin grimaced in pain but didn't dare cry out, his handsome face flushing red.
The little kitten felt satisfied, grinning silently.
"Stop fooling around, someone's coming." An Yiqing whispered.
Everyone held their breath, silently hiding in the shadows.
In the distance, two people gradually approached holding flashlights. They wore black clothes with golden belts around their waists. This was the color symbolizing the core martial force of the Anpei Family.
