As night quietly fell, three people carrying rucksacks were making their way to the summit of Medicine King Mountain under the cover of darkness.
Shangguan Xuanyi initially had no intention of carrying a rucksack, but he obediently put one on after Xiao'er said, "Carry it for me, to store things."
Xiao'er looked at the night pearl the size of an onion in her hand, then at the same sized pearls in the hands of the two beside her. Could she understand what a local tyrant was now?
A local tyrant is someone who, when walking in darkness, doesn't need to use a fire torch, a lantern, or a flashlight. They use a night pearl instead!
The winter nights on Medicine King Mountain were relatively tranquil as some poisonous creatures also hibernated, so their journey was smooth overall.
Xiao'er had a specific destination in mind, so even though her path seemed random, she was following the directions given in daylight, which helped her avoid various dangers.
