Breeze Mountain Villa is dozens of miles away from Spirit Creek Village, and Lu Yun went there overnight.
Traveling swiftly, he finally arrived at the foot of Breeze Mountain Villa at midnight.
At this point, it was late at night, and the bright moon in the sky quietly hid in the dense, dark clouds, making the whole world even darker and more silent.
Lu Yun looked up at the Breeze Mountain Villa on the mountaintop, with dim lights flickering, his gaze calm.
"I really don't like killing, but you forced it on me. Since it's come to this, you can't blame me."
With a push of his feet on the stirrup, the pure-blooded black horse neighed and galloped up the mountain path.
When they reached halfway up the mountain, Lu Yun dismounted and silently made his way up to the top.
"Old Zhang, I'm a little sleepy. Take over here for a while."
In front of the gate of Breeze Mountain Villa, two armed guards lazily leaned against a red lacquered pillar each.