Early morning, twilight.
The empty mountain was still and quiet. All living creatures had yet to get up and it was the laziest hour of the day. However, a sudden rustling sound broke the silence of the dense forest as the branches were parted, revealing a group of people.
There were six of them in total and the one leading the way was none other than Uncle Fang himself, having his cuffs and the bottom of his trouser legs tightly tied up and clutching a pair of pincers in his hand. Another man was walking half a step away with a powerful searching light in hand. The rest of the team scattered behind them; two had string bags, one held a wooden fork while another one was carrying a medicine chest as he scattered some yellow powder along the way.
