The moonlight was like water, spilling over the rugged mountain path. I walked alone through the dense forest, with only the sound of insects and my own footsteps in my ears. Second Meng had left three days ago, and I had been heading south along the direction she pointed out.
"Three months from now, Listening Rain Pavilion..." I muttered to myself, clenching my fists.
A gust of cold wind blew past, and I couldn't help shivering. Deep in these mountains and old forests, the nighttime temperature dropped sharply. I rubbed my arms, intending to find a place to rest, when I suddenly heard a rustling sound not far away.
Chapter 116