The scent of the silk handkerchief and the faint fragrance lingering around the tip of his nose blended together, causing Mu Fan's back to stiffen once again. The cold sweat on his forehead seemed to grow even thicker.
"We're almost there."
He shook his head once more, pacing quickly, and rushed towards the village.
*
In a secluded small village hidden in a deep mountain valley, at the eastern end of the village, there was a small courtyard with a semi-new three-room tile house and a slightly uneasy homeowner.
The old man rubbed his rough hands, his heart restless as he watched the two blood-stained young men who suddenly appeared at his door in the dark night, his eyes filled with panic.
"Both Immortal Masters, my humble home is poor, only one vacant room is left. Can the two of you make do with sharing one room?"
"That's fine."
