Smuggling

It was getting late, and Gu Shenwei secretly headed for the Firewood Yard.

He was no longer that ignorant boy who had just entered the Stone Castle, making mistakes where ever he went. He knew how to listen to the footsteps and signals of the guards, and advanced forward between the patrol intervals.

Ever since he left, Gu Shenwei has never returned here, and even as he was lethally wounded, he loathed coming to this place to risk his life.

This time, he was also not ready to visit any old friends.

He leaned against the wall and clambered up onto the roof. Hands and feet latching upon the tiles, body plastered parallel to the ridge, like a nimble civet cat, he quietly went forth. There were very few masters residing in Firewood Yard. A little disturbance would not alarm the people below.

Outside Firewood Yard, there was a triangular piece of flat ground with several pine trees and a cliff at the far end.