The moon hung in the middle of the sky, stars filled the firmament, surrounded by the depth of the night. The high-hanging moon and the stars emanated a radiant glow, making the night brighter than ever.
In the mountains, a solitary, tranquil grass hut stood. A flicker of yellow candlelight pierced through the window and stood out in the darkness. The mountain wind blew across the eaves of the house, carrying with it whispered conversations followed by a chortle of sultry feminine laughter that led to a thousand imaginations.
Inside this mountain hut, there seemed to be a group of charming women discussing the secrets of their chamber.
"Uncle Lin!"
A group of hunters, armed with robust bows and cavalry knives, gathered. A young man, whose fuzz on his cheek has not yet disappeared, firmly gripped his cavalry knife at his waist. His face turned pale as he fixated on the grass hut that lit a candle in the darkness.
