A defensive wall built from catalpa logs had been erected along the grass patch perimeter outside the lean-tos. It stood nearly eight feet tall—high enough to keep most wild beasts from leaping over. Moyuan had even fashioned a heavy wooden gate to allow everyone to come and go with peace of mind.
A campfire crackled in the clearing, its bright flames offering a touch of warmth to the group, who were beginning to feel the evening chill. Dinner had been simple; Madam Zhang and the other women had baked a batch of sorghum cakes, each eating a couple. By the time the night deepened, the men had already begun to snore, exhausted from the day’s labor.
Si Jiuyue, however, was a little too hungry to sleep. Fortunately, she had insisted on having a lean-to all to herself for the night, providing the perfect cover to slip quietly into her Dimension.
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