It was the tenth night after the Five Mountains Alliance Meeting.
Tomorrow they were to descend the mountain; this was Zhao Rong's last night at Shengguan Peak.
The crescent moon cast a clear glow, outlining the distant mountains, while the autumn wind shook the katsura trees; beneath the trees, Zhao Rong toyed with several yellowed withering leaves.
"Is Rong reminiscing about this place?" the elder in the courtyard teased.
"Master is joking, I'm just not quite used to it," Zhao Rong said while channeling energy between his middle and index fingers, and suddenly, he hurled the withered leaves towards the glazed roof tiles to the south.
"We had experts spying on us a few days ago, but now there's not a single person in sight."
"It seems that Zuo is quite disappointed in me."
Mo Da did not respond to his remark, his attention captured by the "whoosh" sound.
