The night was deepening, concealing the Yunxiao Mountain Range in ink-like darkness, yet its majestic silhouette remained undeniable. Under the moonlight, the towering peaks resembled crouching beasts, casting heavy shadows. The cliffs appeared as though carved by an axe, becoming more starkly defined under the moon's glow, with thin mist enveloping the mountains like a light gauze, adding a touch of mystery to the grandeur.
The forest was tranquil, only the gentle breeze rustling the leaves could be heard.
Ming Yue hung high in the sky, casting a silver sheen, draping the forest in a cool, thin veil.
In the dead of night, a black figure quietly emerged from the woods, with a ghostly silhouette. His toes touched the ground lightly, moving with the agility of a wildcat, swiftly heading towards the Zhang family's Luyuan's direction, disappearing into the night in an instant.
Luyuan was the most important enterprise of the Zhang family, with the family estate built right next to it.
