That night.
The wind and snow intensified.
Creaaak—
As the sound of the door hinge turning echoed, the gates of the three-in-three-out compound opened wide.
"Take care, sirs!" A child stood at the door, seeing them off.
Shen Wenyan and Ye Zhengqi stepped out of the gate, which slowly closed behind them.
The snow, like goose feathers, quickly submerged the figures of the two men.
"The Marquis has sharp eyes; he found the opportunity to persuade Wang Wenzong in an impossible situation," Ye Zhengqi said with admiration.
At that moment, Shen Wenyan glanced back at the three-in-three-out compound.
Amidst the wind and snow, the house was completely swallowed up, with only faint, dim light seeping through.
