Night, extremely quiet.
Under the glow of distant city lights, these hundreds of miles of mountains seemed like another world.
Quiet and dark, like a ferocious beast lurking.
In this vast darkness, a faint light quietly flickered.
This was the only point of light in the hundreds of miles of dark mountains.
Three wooden huts, one courtyard.
Within the light, bursts of cheerful laughter and the clinking of glasses intermittently seeped out.
Among the damp forest trees, a black foot suddenly emerged, heavily stepping on the withered branches and leaves.
He walked very slowly, his body seeming to weigh a thousand pounds, making each step extremely difficult.
Yet there were no footprints beneath his feet, as if he was effortlessly light.
This entirely contradictory situation on a person's body made his slightly hunched silhouette quietly grow a bit more mysterious.
