In the night sky of the Demon World, two moons named Xiang Pa always hung simultaneously.
Patches of hyacinths had already risen from the earth early, rustling slightly in the cold night wind. They snaked around the outskirts of a small underground town. Among the clustered gardens, at the spot in the town closest to the surface of the earth, there stood a rundown mansion, not too small in size.
Be it night or day, illuminated by the alternating vibrant blues and reds of Emperor Polo, mischievous little burrower clan imps never dared to frolic near this mansion. This was because everyone knew that the lone inhabitant of the mansion encircled by the beautiful garden was a witch, beautiful yet ill-tempered.
