Rustle rustle—
The wind stirs the grass, and shadows dance through the trees.
Two red lanterns flicker in and out of sight in the dark night; this place is located in Red Grass County, a full six hundred miles from the foot of Zixiao Mountain.
Twenty-eight miles outside the county, that dilapidated temple still hangs red lanterns, shining in the night like the eyes of a wild beast, intensely conspicuous and sending a shiver down the spine just by looking at them.
A young man whose appearance bore a hint of world-weariness strides forward, his eyes brightening especially upon seeing the flickering lights in the dark night.
Though the youth was young, his attire suggested that of a cultivator hidden away in the mountains; his face appeared somewhat unkempt with the passing of time, but he still looked youthful and handsome.
