Amid a dazzling display of fireworks, faint echoes of firecrackers could still be heard in the mountain winds from afar.
Yin Tingxue glanced around; the faces of the beings inside the temple were faintly illuminated. The unspoken warmth rippled outward.
All beings quietly admired the distant celebrations, sipping their drinks alongside the view.
When the fireworks dimmed and the sky grew silent,
The mountain wind swept through the forest, stirring waves among the sea of trees, rustling softly.
"It seems I can still hear the sound of firecrackers," the old Mountain God muttered, his head drooping, murmuring:
"In the sound of firecrackers, another year slips away…"
The old year had passed.
...…
The night came to an end, and so did the mountain feast.
Chen Yi and Yin Tingxue stayed the night in the temple, and when they woke, all the demons had left for their respective abodes. The Mountain God Temple grew quiet and serene, its corners overgrown with moss.
