That night, on a small path near the peak of Camel's Peak.
An elderly man with white hair looked into the distance, his sharp gaze as piercing as a sword, seemingly piercing through the night.
Behind him, a man and a woman stood respectfully on either side.
"Eh? A skilled person is coming..."
At some moment, the white-haired old man suddenly turned his head towards a direction, his already whitened eyebrows furrowing tightly.
"Haha..."
At this time, a shadow suddenly shot from a direction and stopped eight meters away from the white-haired old man, laughing, "Old Man Jiao, I didn't expect you would want to join in the fun too."
"Old Man Qiu?" Jiao Long spoke, frowning and questioning, "What are you doing on Camel's Peak in the middle of the night? Shouldn't you be asleep at home?"
Qiu Yun bellowed in laughter, "Haha, whatever you came to do, I'm here to do too."
