As the rays of the setting sun fell, the mottled vermilion gates stood slightly ajar, the verdigris on the door rings glinting with a dim luster in the interplay of light and shadow. The plaque above the lintel bearing the characters "Long Manor" was covered in a thin layer of dust, yet it still faintly exuded the deep-seated dragon might hidden within its brushstrokes. Cháng Mínghào reached out and pushed open the door panels, instantly producing a creaking groan that startled several sparrows from beneath the eaves. With a flurry of wingbeats, they took flight, skimming over the shadows of withered vines tangled across the courtyard wall.
In the courtyard, everyone was busy tidying up the rooms amidst a clamor of activity. Yet Hu Yuan walked in silence, alone, to the foot of the old tree. He slowly squatted down, as though the entire world had nothing to do with him. His voice was so low it seemed swallowed by the wind, as if he feared anyone might hear: "I still can't get in touch with Mo Xing."
Deep within Hu Yuan's eyes, the Eye of Truth-Breaking slowly rotated, revealing a hint of anxiety and unease. His brow furrowed slightly as he seemed to ponder something of great importance.
Chapter 415