The night was still, and the moonlight, like water, spilled onto the stone-paved path of the Cyan Wood Institute's rear courtyard.
Peng Zhen stood in the rear courtyard of the Cyan Wood Institute. He took a deep breath before raising a hand to knock gently on the door.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK…
The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.
A rustling came from within, and moments later, the courtyard door opened.
Li Baichuan, dressed in gray cloth sleepwear, poked his head out. His hair was slightly disheveled and his eyes were heavy with sleep.
Recognizing the visitor, a flicker of surprise crossed his murky eyes.
"Nephew Peng?"
Li Baichuan looked puzzled. "It's the middle of the night. What are you doing here in my rundown courtyard instead of enjoying yourself at your Kun Earth Institute?"
