Night, thin as gauze, covered the earth.
Outside Jialan City, about ten miles away, in the center of a forest, stood an abandoned, dilapidated ancient castle.
It was evident that the castle had been abandoned for a long time. The city walls, built from large blocks of bluestone, were full of cracks, while the paint on the main castle's roof was massively peeled off. Inside and out, weeds grew rampant, and the corners were filled with oil-green, or even ink-green, moss.
But for some reason, at this moment, there were faint lights emanating from within the castle, as if someone was moving around inside.
"Shasha, shasha..."
Outside the castle, footsteps sounded, and a solitary figure approached. Under a tree outside the castle, this figure crouched down, squinting his eyes at the entire castle and slowly lifted his head to reveal a pale face—it was Sande.
