They had a painfully bleak and interrogative midnight supper.
Fang Xiaocao and her group of five rested for half an hour. Under the light of the pre-dawn moon, they resumed their journey.
The group's pace was fast, and each member was a skilled master. No matter how difficult the mountain path was, it seemed much smoother under their feet.
When they were less than half an hour away from the Pawnshop headquarters on the mountain path, "Unhappy," who consistently walked ahead and was responsible for scouting, crouched on the treetop once more. He gestured back toward Fang Xiaocao and the others, signaling that he had detected something unusual.
Fang Xiaocao and her team immediately concealed themselves on the spot.
They scanned the dimly shadowed mountain forest vigilantly, ears tuned to every rustling of the wind.
Silence.
A deathly silence.
In the vast mountain forest, the quiet was nearly eerie.
