Mist enshrouded the ancient stone bridge, and Mao Feiyang was treading on thin ice as he moved forward, hugging his yellow knitted sweater tightly around him. His slim, dark figure looked frail, as if he had been embraced by the shadows.
Knowing Mao Feiyang would be safe, Lin Yi took the opportunity, relying on a God-like perspective, to quickly survey the surroundings.
He first looked around, attempting to find the section of the cliff where the night watchman was located from the vantage point of the ancient stone bridge where the watchtower stood.
In theory, the castle was perched upon the cliff, surrounded by mountains and seas enveloped in fog. To find the night watchman's position, one only needed to start from the side facing the ocean, but his initial search yielded nothing, so he had to abandon it and turn his attention back to the bridge.
