The night watchman’s drum could be heard on this spring night. It was the time when roosters crowed—the perfect time for the likes of thieves to sneak about.
A shadow lightly fell from the back wall of Fan Manor like a leaf. It hit the ground without making any noise and dusted itself off before disappearing into the darkness. That shadow was none other than Fan Xian. As he prodded along in the dark, he inwardly lamented that there wasn’t any true qinggong in this world which would let him jump ten meters in one leap; every time he climbed a wall he got himself covered in dust.
