Although he intended to investigate the heritage of Flower Wine Monk, Fang Yuan had been unable to break away. With his high-profile rise as an elder and the frequent outbreaks of the wolf tide, a multitude of duties kept being assigned to him, leaving him no opportunity.
It was more than ten days later when he finally returned to the hidden crevice.
It was a late summer night.
A light drizzle had just stopped, bringing a hint of autumn chill.
High in the sky, a golden full moon hung like a perfect jade plate.
The faint howling of wolves in the distance blended with the lingering chirping of cicadas. Standing concealed on a hillside, Fang Yuan turned back to look.
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