The next moment, he turned with Consort Dong, who was holding his arm, and their figures quickly merged into the shadows outside the inn's courtyard, heading toward the direction of Zhongnan Mountain where the golden light flickered, vanishing in the dense woods in an instant.
Yin Weiyin stood at the spot, watching them disappear.
Moonlight cast a cool glow on her face, revealing little emotion.
Donggong Ruoshu poked his head out of the blanket, glanced at the empty doorway, then looked at the silent Yin Weiyin outside the window, and whispered, "How... are we the only ones left?"
......…
The mountain forest was dark, with only the gold light erupting from the distant mountain peak, illuminating the rolling clouds intermittently.
Two figures swiftly navigated the rugged, steep mountain forest, their toes lightly tapping twisted trees, their robes slicing through the wind, creating a whistling sound.
