Night fell. The moonlight was brilliant, draping the entire small town in a layer of silver frost. Thick weeping willows swayed their branches in the moonlight, languid and carefree, exuding a sense of peaceful serenity.
However, the sleeping townspeople did not notice several dark figures swiftly gliding across the rooftops. They slipped into the second-story window of an inn. A wisp of white smoke was blown in from outside. The children sleeping on the beds soon fell into a deep, drug-induced slumber.
Moments later, the door to the guest room was pushed open quietly. Several dark shadows crept inside, knives in hand, their eyes darting around through the slits in their masks. Seeing Xuan Feng slumped over the table, unconscious, they spoke in hushed tones.
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