This corridor lies in the southeast direction of Lin Zhong Lake, not far from where Zheng Qing patrolled on Saturday night.
Standing in the pavilion looking afar, the fog over the lake and the moon over the sand added a hint of coldness to the air.
There weren't any dense vines clinging to the left and right of the pavilion, nor towering trees in the way. Separated by the placid lake water, the two passersby could clearly see the brightly lit little square on the other side of the lake, aglow with alluring colors.
The wizards in various colored robes congregated excitedly, some drinking merrily in groups of threes and fives, others paired off in couples; occasionally, a tipsy wizard would break into the crowd with a soulful solo dance; from time to time, magic fireworks would slowly rise from the crowd, coloring the night sky with a riot of hues.
