Song Yang grabbed the Ancient Moon River, followed by about ten masked men in black. Under the moonlight, they were like night hawks flying among the steep mountains until they finally reached a mountain top with a lake.
At the top of the mountain ridge, the lake lay calm like a mirror.
The moon, as big and round as a silver plate, reflected in the center of the lake as if a moon had fallen into the lake, serene and beautiful like a painting.
Song Yang and his group skimmed across the water's surface, and shadows of them appeared on the tranquil lake.
They then landed at the villa area on the south side of the lake.
Song Yang and his group stood before a grand and magnificent villa.
In front of the villa, there were two majestic stone lions, lifelike and imposing.
However, the stone lions were not the most striking thing; rather, it was the two elderly men in blue sitting cross-legged with eyes closed on the lions' backs that appeared more mysterious.
