The Liao Feng Mountain in the night was like a sword of the gods inverted into the earth, straight and upright, pointing to the nine heavens, as if it was about to pierce the sky.
The firelight was particularly striking in the darkness, climbing steadily upward, stopping after about fifteen minutes.
In the pitch-darkness of the mountainside, the sudden appearance of the firelight was overly dazzling, forcing people to squint their eyes.
The old servant of the Wen Family shook his head, fixed his eyes, and saw a person holding a torch standing five steps away.
She was backlit by the firelight, making it impossible to see her features clearly or to discern whether she was male or female.
The quiet appearance gave the impression of a mountain charm spirit, truly scaring a cold sweat out of the old servant, causing him to hold his breath instinctively, dare not to ask whether the other was human or charm.
Until a steady female voice sounded in front of him.
