By this time, it was already the hour of the rat. The moonlight was just right, and a cold lunar radiance spilled across the grove.
Moreover, yesterday's rain had brought a drop in temperature, and a thin mist had risen in the night, casting a faint haze over the entire Peach Blossom Grove.
Fairy Weining stood in strict battle array, fully prepared to deal with the approaching intruders.
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