Who could be on Lake Heart Island in the dead of night?
Qi Zai exclaimed, "When I came here this afternoon, it was deserted."
Ning Xiaoxian patted its neck, "Let's go, take a look. This is within Guangcheng Palace's territory, so I suppose no demons or ghosts dare to cause trouble here, right?" Qi Zai rolled its eyes and thought, aren't you stepping on a demon right now? What's there to fear?
It landed steadily on a small stretch of beach. The sand here was fine and white, and even under the less bright moonlight tonight, it looked glowing-white, a sight probably even better in the daytime.
As expected, there was a small bonfire burning on the beach. The firewood crackled as it burned, and on the white sand lay a yellowish gourd. Qi Zai, being a winebibber, brightened at the scent of the winery residue on the mouth of the gourd, and praised, "What a fragrance, what a wine!" It stretched out its long beak to nab it but was swatted away by Ning Xiaoxian's backhand slap:
