At ten o'clock at midnight, Xiao Xian listened to Zhu Shijun's deep and steady snoring from the next room. Ever since the old man's health improved, his bad habit of sleeplessness at night had been corrected, and he was already asleep by this time.
Xiao Xian pushed open the window and sneaked out from the house. The chirping of spring insects filled the air while a few night clouds floated across the sky, casting a hazy moonlight on the path between the mountains.
Little Hai didn't have the courage to accompany Xiao Xian to the temple for a test of bravery. Fortunately, Xiao Xian had memorized the way there. Following the moonlight, she headed towards Black Mountain. The visibility might not have been great at night, but to Xiao Xian's eyes, it was as clear as day. She could see a faint green mist shrouding the trees around her, a sight she would have missed during the daytime, having deliberately slowed her pace to match Little Hai and the others.
