Under the cover of darkness, four figures hurried towards the house at the end of the street. As they reached the residence, the servants had brought out torches to light up the eerie night, casting trembling shadows across the stone walls.
The lights flickered like fireflies around the premises as servants' shuffled in distress, murmuring among each other in a panic. A few of the servants were trying to climb the wall on all sides as the crew stopped before the ruckus.
Robes of red and black swirled around the estate, and ZhiYi and YueQin soon realised they had seen this same clothing before. The young male servant they had overheard talking on their way to the tailor shop wore the same outfit.
MingYu followed the servants with his gaze and glanced up on the wall. Yelping in surprise, he unconsciously clung to ZhiYi.
"What is that?!" MingYu said as he pointed up the wall.