The night was deep.
On the night of the final day, there was no moon, the clouds were pressing low, and even the stars were nowhere in sight.
Without lighting a lantern, Yun Qi guided the black-clothed Mu Lianxiao through the streets and alleys, stopping at a somewhat shabby and unremarkable house.
Yun Qi knocked on the door three times, neither hastily nor slowly, and after a while, footsteps were heard from inside.
The wooden door opened to reveal a face darker than the night, only the pair of big round eyes stood out clearly.
The big man, seeing it was Yun Qi, stepped aside to let them in and respectfully saluted Mu Lianxiao after closing the door.
"Is he still locked up?" Yun Qi asked the big man in a low voice.
The big man nodded repeatedly, "Locked up, he's been kept in the woodshed all along."
The woodshed had candles lit, which were lit as soon as it got dark. Mu Lianxiao took a glance inside through the window.
