The Heavenly Tiger Mountain was under an umbrella of darkness. The crescent moon had long been swallowed by drifting clouds, leaving only a dim pallor in the sky.
A cold wind snaked through the outer sect residences, brushing past tiled roofs and silent courtyards like a wandering ghost. Three silhouettes clad in robes that drank in the surrounding shadows, moved soundlessly through a narrow alley.
A young man spoke first, his voice low and doubtful. "Liu Chanshin, are you certain this is the place?"
The burly figure beside him gave a dry chuckle that sounded like grinding stones. "What's this, are you doubting my information? Are you saying I am incompetent? Tsk, the Meng family sure has a way of teaching the younger generation."
