Nighttime.
Dark clouds hid the moon, leaving the room exceptionally quiet.
The sound of wind gusting outside tapped gently against the windowpane.
Feng Mountain, who had trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds, lay on the wooden bed, tossing and turning until the sheets were a tangled mess.
Lying on the hard wooden bed, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
His habit of only being able to sleep in his own bed made him feel ill at ease all over on this strange mattress.
Every time he turned over, the wooden bed would protest with a CREAK.
Just as Feng Mountain was growing frustrated, a faint rustling sound suddenly came from the doorknob.
'Who could it be at this hour?'
Feng Mountain sat up and leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the door, a wary look in them.
At the same time, one hand reached for the holster in his clothes, while the other reached for the switch of the bedside lamp.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the switch...
