Downstream of the Dayin River.
A place not far from the shore.
It was still dark at this moment, with a cold wind blowing, accompanied by moisture, making it chilly and humid, bone-penetratingly cold
The Little White Ape couldn't help but shiver, feeling that its fur wasn't very warm.
It was crouched on a rock at that moment.
Its feet were curled up, and its arms were hugging its legs.
The wings on its back wrapped around itself.
It tried to maintain a reserved but polite smile on its face, doing its best to appear obedient.
However, the smile seemed to hold a bit too long, making its face somewhat stiff.
On the other side was a paper figure that it had made with one hand.
Garbed in red, its entire form was ethereal and unclear, circling around the paper figure with a lantern in hand, scrutinizing it closely.
Though merely a paper figure, Little White Ape's craftsmanship was passed down from Lin Yan via the Diancang Spirit Attachment Technique.
