The villagers of Tarot Village, who had guarded the Dark Gate for generations, finally cast off the shackles they had carried all their lives. That night, many villagers drank to excess, and Uncle Guang was among them.
He pulled Rory aside and rambled on endlessly, inadvertently letting slip Xu Wenwu's address.
By the dead of night, the drunken villagers lay scattered across the grass, using the sky as their blanket and the earth as their bed, fast asleep. The women, elders, and children who remained sober worked together to clean up the mess or help their family members back home.
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