Yu Miao's summer house sat on Mount Hanyu, just outside Zhong Ning City.
A few palaces built with black boulders stood like monsters between the mountain streams, interconnecting with little paths. Wild geese were gliding across the surface of the water, and the air rang with the sound of trickling water. It was a place that looked surprisingly elegant. Guards in fitted black leather armors hid in dark corners between the woods and boulders, their fierce and deep eyes glancing vigilantly at the surroundings.
Occasionally, plumes of gray and faint fog gushed out from between the boulders, vague and twisting figures flickering inside. Under the cover of the fog, these Yin ghosts had no fear of the scorching hot sunlight, and were revealing themselves in broad daylight, prowling restlessly between the wilderness. If some outsiders intruded this area, they would either alarm the others with eerie howls, or swoop at the intruders and suck all their blood and energy.
