At night, the Nether Mountain, which had been noisy for the entire day, gradually quietened down. Before Yan Jiuchao, Yu Wan, and the others arrived, the Nether Mountain was as quiet as a cold lake, day and night. Today, when it lit up, they could hear the chattering of the three little black eggs, Old Cui's cursing, and the movements of Shadow Six, Qing Yan, and the others. Even the elusive patriarch was more lively than before.
Such a Nether Mountain undoubtedly gave the disciples an intimate sense of belonging. However, after it calmed down, it was like a dormant ferocious beast again, emitting a dangerous and terrifying aura in the dark night.
"Go to sleep." Yu Wan lay down beside the three little black eggs and tucked them in.
