It was late at night!
The remote deep mountain was shrouded in darkness. Outside the Dragon King Temple, frogs croaked tirelessly, some kind of insects chirped, and the autumn wind blew, making the tree branches rustle. Occasionally, broken twigs made crisp sounds. Inside the temple, the fire flickered, casting a warm glow, offering a unique sense of tranquility and peace.
Juhua sat by the fire pit, poking at the fire, but her thoughts had long flown to Dad and Mom's side. She had accidentally fallen off a cliff. Were Dad and Mom already frantically worried? Would they come looking for her overnight? Were there any wild beasts in the mountains? Were they safe out there?
As she was lost in thought, her stomach inconveniently growled, "Gurgle... gurgle..."
