After everyone gathered, they quietly leaped out again just like when they had come.
The faint starlight shone through the window, and the hunter in bed turned over and then sat up.
He walked to the window, looking at the already empty courtyard, and frowned deeply.
Not until there was noise in the courtyard again did he promptly regain composure and walk briskly out the door.
By then, there was an additional person with a straw hat in the courtyard, whose brim was pressed low enough to completely obscure his face.
...
Fu Zhen sat on her horse, staring at the dark mountains for an unknown length of time before Cheng Chili and the others finally returned.
"How is it?" she asked first.
"Nothing unusual." Having been troubled for half the night, Cheng Chili's voice was lacking in vigor, "We've checked inside and outside; it's indeed just a hunter."
Fu Zhen knitted her brows: "Could it be that we guessed wrong?"
