That night, at the North Gate of Tianyun City.
Shi Yan, Han Feng and Ku Long secretly left the city from the gate.
A four-horses carriage was waiting in the deserted tombs outside the North Gate. An old man was standing beside the carriage and staring at the starry sky in a daze.
Sound of whisperings could be heard from the carriage.
The carriage was surrounded by many high and low tombs, and the green wildfire beside them was giving out a very gloomy atmosphere in the dark night.
"It's the Zuo Family's." Ku Long got to one unmarked burial-mounds and remarked after taking a glimpse from afar.
Shi Yan nodded and said indifferently, "It seems we are late anyway."
The old man overheard their talk, and as he withdrew his eyes and looked in their direction, he raised the whip in his hand.
Receiving his signal, the three including Shi Yan walked over.
"Miss, people from the Shi family have arrived." The old man reported to that carriage at a cautious low voice.
