The sky at one o'clock in the morning was oppressively dark, the entire land shrouded in blackness and gloom.
The heavens were as if dyed with ink.
Sylvan Cheney's eyes grew cold as he walked step by step along the muddy road.
The atmosphere was especially oppressive, no one daring to speak too much.
Just then, suddenly, a young bodyguard came over and shouted, "Mr. Cheney, we've found a light."
A light...
Sylvan's eyes narrowed, a gleam of light now visible in his deep, dark gaze.
He followed closely in the bodyguard's footsteps!
"Where?"
"The cliff!" The bodyguard turned aside, circling around a dense tree and pointing ahead, "Mr. Cheney, look, there's a light showing through there, a cave in the bushes, and there's someone inside!"
The bodyguard was somewhat incoherent!
Too overjoyed!
Finally, they had found a clue!
The presence of a bonfire in such a place indicated there were people! Perhaps it was the very person Mr. Cheney was searching for!
