It was night.
The moon was cool as water.
In the small town outside Linlu Academy.
Within an inn with a sign reading "Taoyuan," there was a courtyard recently rented out for a long term.
The courtyard was small yet quaint, with three Elegant Huts.
The door and windows of the main building in the middle were tightly shut, pitch black inside.
Green bamboo like swords, filled the courtyard.
Occasionally, a sudden gust of night wind would arise, swaying the green bamboo throughout the courtyard.
The wind moved, the bamboo moved, the leaves moved.
The bamboo leaves could only emit a slight "shasha" sound of protest but it was futile; they were still pressed down by the night wind.
Again the wind moved, the bamboo moved, the leaves moved.
Shasha—!
"Zizi… jiji…"
Shasha—!
"Zizi… um um… um!"
Meanwhile, a faint yet curious sound emerged from the house in the middle of the courtyard.
