At this moment, Yu Wen Yuan was very close, almost able to create a bloody wound in his throat with a simple gesture, but Chen Yi held back his impatience.
Yu Wen Yuan fiddled with the fire basin and looked out, mumbling, "The gray wolves of the grassland are always wary of hidden dangers." Sparks scattered in front of him.
From the low window here, thick trees with no new buds present a scene painted in brown and white, crisscrossing branches obscuring the farther scenery.
"Whistle!"
A long cry of an eagle suddenly streaked across the sky, and everyone in the courtyard stood up to look out. Moments after the sound faded, a faint rustling emerged from the grove, and the silhouette of a man and a horse suddenly appeared.
