Liu Shiling, carrying the custard pie, set out from Qing Mountain Village, heading down the mountain road.
The sky was filled with rolling dark clouds which blocked a large part of starlight and moonlight. However, little fatty girl was in a heightened emotional state that she no longer cared about the dark. She firmly held the straps of her backpack and strode forward, following the path shown by her custard pie.
She didn't need to see the path clearly, nor did she need to see the custard pie clearly. It felt as though a thread was connecting her and the custard pie, allowing her to vaguely sense its position and emotions, to follow closely.
The surrounding forests were filled with a 'wooing' sound of the wind, and the direction of the wind was very strange, as if it was gathering from below to rise upwards from a certain point.
But around the walking little fatty girl, there was no such strong wind, as if she was in a domain that separated her from the surrounding influences.
