The temperature in the Ten Thousand Waterfalls Valley was very low late at night, and the humidity was heavy, seeping into the bones, making it impossible to hide from the cold. Luo Zheng and Mountain Eagle lay in a bush, gritting their teeth and holding out, occasionally moving their bodies to keep their muscles from freezing up. Their eyes glimmered under the moonlight, observing the surroundings calmly, while keeping their ears alert, not missing any detail.
The sound of crickets chirping was everywhere, maddeningly irritating, as a wild bird occasionally flapped past, casting a shadow in the moonlight before quickly disappearing. The moon was bright and the stars sparse, illuminating the earth, everything so harmonious. If it weren't for the roaring waterfall, the chirping crickets, and the annoying cold dampness, it would all be so perfect.
