The bright moon hangs in the sky, casting a gray hue over the earth. On the desolate grassland, the dead grass rises and falls with the wind, rustling softly. Many unknown insects chirp, and occasionally, a few wild birds squawk. The surroundings are quiet, with some short trees stubbornly growing, like soldiers silently guarding this ancient land. On a small hill, Luo Zheng and Lan Xue lie quietly in ambush, motionless, as if they are one with the environment. Even a night bird flying by does not notice them.
A lone Wild Wolf passes by without noticing the two camouflaged figures, and a few antelopes roam nearby, also unaware of their presence. An hour passes without anyone approaching, and Luo Zheng secretly breathes a sigh of relief, continuing his observation.
