Qian Yixiu stood at the doorway, looking westward where beneath the vast starry sky, the continuous mountains loomed dark and iron-like, mysterious and solemn. Within those mountains, every minute could see a struggle, the vanquished becoming food for the victor. She didn't know whether Uncle Liang had found the Monkey Brother and his troupe, let alone if they could hold out for the rescue.
Qian Yixiu covered her face with a handkerchief and wept. She couldn't keep them from the mountains; Monkey Brother and Monkey Sister were spirits of the hills, White Wolf had grown up there, and the Dashan family had roamed among the mountains since they were young, treating them as their own skies to fly through at will. But allowing them to enter the mountains always led to one situation or another.
