Flick of a Finger

The night was as cold as water and the moon was bright. The stars tonight, however, were scarce.

A breeze wafted by, rustling the leaves in the forest.

Inside the dark cave, the bonfire no longer burned. Yun Yan sat in the cave with her eyes closed, leaning against the hard rock wall.

Just then, footsteps suddenly stomped by. It wasn’t hasty nor was it slow, but in the middle of the night, the sound they made was clear and crisp.

"Someone is here!"

Uncle Zhong had the highest level of training, thus he was the first one to notice the noise. His eyes abruptly opened wide. Then, like a cheetah, he jumped up and crouched on the ground, glancing around alarmingly.

Yun Yan had the second highest level of training so she was the second to wake up. Walking behind the masculine uncle, she whispered, "Uncle Zhong…"

"Shh, don’t talk."