Autumn night, with heavy dew and chill in the air.
On the peak of the Ninth Mountain, the clinking of armor echoed with the flickering of fire torches, patrolling around the Colonel Palace, dispelling the chill and darkness of late autumn.
In the backyard, a closed room with bright lights emanated sounds of clinking cups and cheerful laughter.
At that moment, footsteps sounded under the corridor outside, and the passing soldiers on guard lowered their heads, puffed out their chests, and stood straighter.
When the footsteps stopped outside the room, the noise within also ceased.
The newcomer pushed open the door, and a warm, bright light flooded out, accompanied by the enticing aroma of strong liquor.
Chen Yuan, wearing a blue robe, stepped inside, his gaze sweeping over the room.
There was a round table inside, filled with food and drinks, surrounded by familiar faces.
Miss Qin, Sect Leader An, Taoist Li, the Yun Family Patriarch...
