It was nightfall. Stars twinkled into existence from behind a veil of thin wisps of clouds. A fire crackled in the otherwise silent night, warming up the abandoned temple the crew had found not far from the now desolate village.
XiaoHe was busy manning the fire, adding the firewood PingZe had gathered along the way, while the demon had gone out into the night to hunt for food.
The moment the time turning spell had broken, Mang HuaJun had disappeared - and so was Xie Qiang and Meng HanShuang. At least, the crew could be certain Xie Qiang wouldn't harm the boy, so they could rest with ease at the thought.
Winter had rolled in full force, a thin sheen of snow covered the lands, the night frost climbing over the stone pillars. Lan Guan-Yin rested against one nearest to the fire, bound by the bandages that kept even the ghouls in place. She couldn't run, all her weapons stripped of her, even her outer robes were folded aside to make sure she couldn't escape.
