The moon was high up in the sky, and the silent square was bathed in a silvery light from the moon's glow, while within a side hall, the sound of breathing could be faintly heard.
The door to a side hall creaked open, revealing a figure peeking out stealthily. Making sure no one was around, they tiptoed out, quietly making their way to the sect's gate, and just as they were about to descend the mountain path, a cough echoed from the side.
The sound startled the person, who reflexively glanced to the side, only to see a figure with a folding fan emerging slowly from the trees lining the path.
Upon seeing the newcomer, the first person sized them up and said, "Second Elder, what are you doing fanning yourself in the middle of the night?"
"You know nothing, one must always maintain one's poise, regardless of time or place!"
Zhang Fei Xuan shot him a glare and asked, "Third Elder, what are you up to in the dead of night?"
