Only when the last of the evening glow in the sky faded did Li Xuan arrive at Jilong Mountain, where the Duchenghuang Temple was located.
People who had gathered at Jiming Temple to participate in the Ulambana Festival began to disperse and return home due to the curfew, resulting in crowded streets. Li Xuan, fearing to cause injuries, dared not gallop his horse, which slightly delayed his arrival.
As soon as Li Xuan stepped onto Jilong Mountain, he heard a familiar childish voice.
"Granny, that looks like the young master who gave us rice—"
Li Xuan glanced in the direction of the voice and found Granny Li and the little girl named Yuaner.
Thinking how coincidental this was, he rode over: "Are you here for the temple fair?"
Li Xuan cared deeply for these two who, in truth, had saved his life. He respected Granny Li's integrity very much.
"In reply to young master, it happens to be the middle of the month, so I brought Yuaner to offer incense and fulfill a vow."
