Xu Lan was making his rounds around the sectors like he had always done since-
The students were travelling to help all the villages, even those far in at the end of the river and far across the desert. It had been so many moons since- and tomorrow would be the Autumn Festival. With the banners, the red lanterns, and the smell of food in the air, it should make Xu Lan happy.
It didn't.
Every year when the Autumn Festival came, he would visit the lake and go to their shrine. The one that was for the Ghost King now was changed to Uncle Li and Uncle Yue. He would pray to them, offer them mooncakes, and would stare at their statues until the sun had gone down.
