Jade toads squat under the sky, soft moonlight diffusing through the air.
Under the waterfall at Jade Maiden Peak, the pool emitted a faint silver glow, soaking in the cool pallor of a midsummer night.
The foliage was thick and dark, cicadas mourned sharply, scattered along the steep cliffs.
Around the hour of the Hai.
Suddenly, a gust of mountain wind stirred, and a rolling wave of murderous intent spread from beneath Jade Maiden Peak. Various sharp-edged weapons glittered, cutting through the gentle moonlight and recklessly slicing the mountain's summer night atmosphere.
Nearly seventy men in black halted their step at the base of the peak.
The experts among them enhanced their hearing to catch the sound of the mountain stream, the chirping birds, and the buzzing insects.
Apart from the midsummer melody played by the mountains and rivers, all that remained were the sounds of everyone breathing in and out.