The mountain was cold at night, not just because of the low temperature, but because it was permeated with a bone-chilling coldness. Yang Xiao huddled in a warm sleeping bag, watching the firelight dance from the corner of his eye, and fell asleep heavily.
He didn't know how long had passed when he felt a slightly cool hand touching his face. Upon waking, he vaguely saw Tong Han's face; it was very dark around, the fire had gone out, leaving only specks of embers.
Tong Han traced his fingers over Yang Xiao's lips, and Yang Xiao instantly understood something was wrong. Tong Han was warning him not to make a sound.
Slipping out of the sleeping bag, at this moment Cen Fengyang and Chai Yong had also been awakened. The five of them gathered together, each guarding a different direction.
"What's going on?" Yang Xiao asked in a low voice. It was very dark around, and without the flashlight, he could hardly see anything.
