The night was deep, the moon was full, and silence prevailed.
The occasional sound of insects chirping came from the garden outside the house. A lamp was placed at the center of the room, lighting up everyone's face.
Youlan sat quietly at the desk writing, while Qin Yuesheng sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, practicing the Profound Celestial Scripture.
Xuerong was engrossed in the books collected at Youlan's home, while Chen Chun, who could barely read any big characters, sat nervously on a chair, fidgeting with fingers and pulling at clothes.
Tonight's mission determined whether they could leave Ten Thousand Flowers City alive. For ordinary people accustomed to a life of regularity and routine, suddenly exposing them to excitement made them so nervous their teeth chattered and hands and feet turned cold.
Yet, due to Qin Yuesheng's previous orders, they glanced at each other in silence, fearing to disturb Qin Yuesheng's cultivation.
