At ten o'clock at night, Xiao Xian listened to the even snoring sounds coming from Zhu Shijun in the neighboring room. Ever since the old man's health improved, he had gotten rid of the bad habit of not being able to sleep at night, and had already gone to bed at this time.
Xiao Xian pushed open the window and slipped out of the room. Spring insects chirped, and a few night clouds drifted in the sky, casting a hazy moonlight on the path through the mountains.
Little Hai didn't have the courage to accompany Xiao Xian to the temple for a test of bravery, but fortunately, Xiao Xian remembered the way there. Guided by the moonlight, she headed towards Black Mountain. The night, though with limited visibility, appeared as daylight to Xiao Xian; she could clearly see a layer of luminous green mist on the surrounding trees. During the day, Xiao Xian had deliberately slowed her pace to match that of Little Hai and the others.
