In his lifetime, he had never seen Qin Fengwan surprised to the point of losing composure; he believed he would soon witness it.
...
Ghost Mountain.
Night had deepened, and the villagers and ghost soldiers who had been busy all day returned to their homes, leaving the bustling village in tranquility.
The stormy winds and thunder in Quyang City contrasted with the peaceful night in Pu City.
Gu Jiao lay in the small hut Shangguan Qing had arranged for her, looking up at the starlit sky through the window: "Tomorrow will be another bright autumn day."
Tang Yueshan lay in another room of the small hut, his snores like thunder.
The Black Wind King did not lie down to rest; instead, it stood guard quietly alongside another Hei Fengqi outside the small hut, closing its eyes for a nap.
Gu Jiao listened to the mountain winds and enjoyed the boundless moonlight, feeling peaceful inside.
"Boss, we'll be heading back tomorrow," she said to the Black Wind King outside the window.
