Below their feet was a small octagonal pavilion, situated in the center of the garden. There were two rows of houses in front of the garden and another row in the backyard.
Overall, it seemed to be a three-section small residence.
Not too small, but for Mu Jian, the leader of the Right Imperial Guards, it seemed too plain.
The courtyard was pitch black, with only a hint of light coming from the gatehouse of the front yard.
"Where's Guxing?" Jiang Ning whispered.
Gucheng pulled out a small whistle and blew it gently.
The sound of the whistle was fine, light, and prolonged.
If not paying attention, one would think it was the sound of an insect vibrating its wings as it flew by.
With such a subtle sound, Jiang Ning doubted its effectiveness.
Sure enough, there was no movement for a long time.
Jiang Ning stood in the cool wind and couldn't help but whisper, "Although standing high allows us to see farther, it also makes it easier to catch the wind. Should we go down?"
