The night was dim.
In the vegetable market near Mu Chi Manor.
Shadows silently passed through the darkness, like fish swimming in water, leaping lightly from the ground to the walls around them.
The market was muddy at night, but completely deserted, lacking the bustle of the daytime.
Among the shadows, a tall man with a white headscarf gazed towards Mu Chi Manor.
"Is that where the newly appointed noble fledgling dragon resides?" The man's eyes gleamed, a metal folding fan in his hand.
"Indeed, the eldest son's intention is that since they are all from the same sect, there's no need to go overboard. Just cripple that child's meridians so that he cannot practice martial arts." A short man in black whispered to the side.
"Among the many yards of the Yi Vein, it was originally thought that this position would fall to Xu Chengxuan and the other two. But who could have guessed, non-contention is the superior path." The man with the iron fan sighed.
