Night had fallen silently.
In the distant mountains, roars of wild beasts echoed from time to time.
The small mountain village was completely silent.
After a day of tilling the fields, Uncle Zhang led the Big Black Bull and the Old Yellow Bull back home; Auntie Wang took down the dried clothes; the mischievous children, covered in mud, returned home...
Even as the world changed around them, for the villagers who hardly ever left the small mountain village, it seemed as if nothing had changed at all.
In the courtyard, Li Fan and a group of disciples had finished their dinner. Everyone sat in the yard, enjoying the cool evening breeze, and chatted about family affairs.
As the night deepened, they all retired to their rooms to rest.
Li Fan had arranged a room for Yun Xi.
The courtyard was extremely quiet.
The night passed without incident.
The next morning.