Before Xinyi and friends set out to the forest, these events took place.
The snow hadn't found its way to Fengfu yet, but the biting cold air from the mountains was a struggle for the children and aged at night until late in the morning. Warmer breeze would only take over when the sun almost reached its highest in the white expanse above. However, Lifen watched in wonderment at the vast sea and a long line of beach in front of her. The mansion where Lifen stayed was on a tropical island, where the sunlight veiled the treetops, and frothing seawater swayed at the shore.
How could these people transport me here after a night of abduction? It couldn't be that she had slept that long for her to miss the travel all the way to the far east where the land and the sea meet. But such a journey would mean months, not days or weeks, but months. There was only one explanation here, magic. They traveled through a magical being or a flying machine; she thought.
