The night was like ink, enveloping Stone Grinding Village in tranquility. The bonfire had long been extinguished; most villagers were in the realm of dreams, with only the occasional barking of dogs and chirping of insects echoing through the mountains.
Shen Siyuan gently pushed open the door of the RV, his movements so quiet they made no sound; he did not wish to disturb the sleeping group.
Xiao Yue, Duoduo, and Dou Dou had been waiting outside the car, the three little ones transformed into a faint Yin Wind, shimmering under the moonlight.
"Brother, are you heading to the altar?" Xiao Yue asked softly, her eyes carrying a hint of concern.
"Yes, while the night is quiet, I'll explore the altar's mysteries again."
Shen Siyuan nodded, advising, "You stay here, look after the RV and the spacecraft, and keep an eye on the village's happenings. If there's anything unusual, call me in your mind without acting rashly."
"Don't worry, brother! We'll safeguard our home!"
