The night in the Great Tang was brightly lit, as every household on Changan Street had hung large red lanterns, turning the sky a shade of red. Many citizens were enjoying the cool evening in their courtyards, wrapped in the joyful sounds and laughter of the city, while the grand mansions of gate noble clans were filled with the harmony of song and dance, portraying an era of great prosperity.
Yet, outside Changan City, upon Li Mountain, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng were anxiously waiting for Lu Yu's arrival.
Moonlight, resembling water, shone upon Li Mountain, draping the verdant peak in a layer of silver radiance. Summer nights on Li Mountain were always marked by howling Great Winds, rustling through the dense woods with a whispering sound.
When the moonlight illuminated both their faces, their expressions of anxiety were starkly evident, a far cry from their usual demeanor of immortals and men of the Taoist path.
