Night fell, like a heavy black silk cloth, tightly enveloping Taoyuan Village. Li Rufeng's small courtyard sat quietly amidst this nocturnal scene.
Inside the courtyard, several osmanthus trees cast mottled, swaying shadows under the caress of the moonlight. A gentle breeze swept quietly through, causing the branches and leaves to rustle as if telling an ancient and mysterious whisper.
On the stone table, several oil lamps emitted a dim, yellowish light, swaying slightly in the breeze and casting a warm yet mysterious atmosphere over the surroundings.
Chapter 340