When the moon started to rise up and sky spilling hues of purple and pink, shadows started to lurk in the darkness.
In the middle of the forest, only thw sounds of leaves rustling and insects murmuring like symphonic band, trying its best to give an eerie music background to whoever dares to go up the mountains, hoping it would deter them and let them rethink their decision to come up and destroy the concert.
Walking straight ahead with a light torch in his hand, Yu Fangzhu slowly and cautiously trudged against the cold, grassy ground. Everywhere he passed by was a tree looming over his height and every single tome, he wished he could brandish his sword and cut it doen every time it would move.
