They quickly made their way up the mountain.
At the summit, there indeed was a large mansion.
In front of the mansion hung two fiery red lanterns, which were very conspicuous in the black of night.
Surrounding it was an expanse of woods, stretching as far as the eye could see, without end.
Surprisingly, the sound of crows came from inside the woods.
Chu Baihan had already asked Yan Lin and the others to hide in the shadows, while she went forward with Nan Xing and Tang Yu to knock on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
This knocking sound was quite abrupt in the silent night.
After a while, footsteps approached.
With a "creak," the door opened.
An old man peered out.
His hair was still black, but his beard had turned completely white.
His body and face were frighteningly emaciated, as if there was no flesh left in his frame, only a layer of skin and a skeleton.
His eyes were deeply set, resembling two black hollows embedded in his head.