As night fell, the manor was brightly lit, and the canyon quieted down. Under the moonlight, clusters of grapes emitted a tempting fragrance, the leaves danced as if they were elves twirling in the moonlight. A breeze blew by, carrying a swirl of leaves that fluttered down and eventually landed beside a rock. Behind that rock, a person slowly stood up, straightened his somewhat wrinkled clothes, looked up at the moon, and his eyes sharpened. It was Shadow.
The darkness was Shadow's favorite time to fight. Shadow spoke through the earpiece, "Sniper, report the situation."
"All clear." Lan Xue's voice came through the earpiece, clear to everyone.
