The night deepens, the sky over Si Ming is strewn with fragmented stars, the villa lights gradually dim, leaving only a warm yellow wall lamp in the living room.
Shen Siyuan took out the copper mirror, its surface shimmering under the moonlight, the lines of the patterns growing clearer.
"Is everything ready?"
Xiao Yue, Dou Dou, and Duoduo were already waiting in the living room.
Xiao Yue held the Three Pure Ones Bell, her expression calm.
Dou Dou clutched the Little Old Axe, her small face flushed with excitement.
Duoduo had already opened the Qiankun Umbrella, its surface emitting a faint blue glow in the night.
"Ready!" the three answered in unison, their voices hushed for fear of waking those in the house.
Duoduo turned the umbrella handle, ripples appeared in the air, and the figures of the four instantly vanished from the living room.
