The desert night always carried a crisp chill. The wind swept grains of sand past the adobe houses of the small town, leaving behind a faint, rustling whisper.
At the far end of town, the tavern still glowed with a dim, yellowish light. Fairy Zixia held Wang Zhaojun by the hand, cradling several newly filled jars of potent liquor against her chest, and walked briskly toward their lodging.
"Right here." Zixia tilted her head to look at the low roof beside them, lightly tapped the tips of her toes, and drifted up, patting the tiles to signal Wang Zhaojun to join her.
Chapter 154