In the depth of the night, Mu Ying was sleeping soundly when she suddenly heard an unusual noise coming from the window. She instantly woke up, squinting her eyes in concentration as she listened for a moment—it sounded like the tapping of pebbles against the window?
She got up and pushed open the window; the rain was still falling, and the campsite was shrouded in darkness. Mu Ying cast a Light Brightness Spell.
Her eyes had just adjusted to the bright light when she suddenly saw a small, silver-white object fall from the trees outside the house and land with a smack on the windowsill.
Mu Ying frowned and took several steps back, as a Spear immediately appeared in her hand.
The small object on the windowsill slowly got up.
"!"
What did she see?
A tiny person, an inch tall, was rubbing their bottom, looking at her pitifully with silvery-gray, tear-moistened eyes that seemed on the verge of crying.
