The two walked together, turning through the twists and turns of the alleyways, stepping on the snow-covered ground, passing by children setting off firecrackers in the lanes, and arriving at the King Mansion where Old Master Mo resided.
As soon as they entered the alley, a stifling aura of death, as if being targeted by a venomous snake, shot over from the distance. It felt like being aimed at by a sniper hiding up high.
