The night fell.
The full moon hung high.
The water refilling by the pond touched the pond wall, creating a crisp, hollow echo.
Which made the entire night even more tranquil.
Lin Yi, as he had hoped, was allocated a Japanese-style chamber closest to the Xiaolin Family's ancestral house by Xiaolin Zhengyu, who was delighted at heart.
Nangong Ling lay on the tatami mat, her pair of fair and smooth legs still bouncing cheerfully.
Clearly, for her,
Sleeping on the ground in such a room was quite an unusual experience.
Neither of them truly slept.
They were waiting for the appearance of their contact.
Indeed, just when the moon was at its zenith,
and the night wind carried a hint of coldness, a faint knocking suddenly sounded outside the door.
Soon after, an elderly voice rang out.
"Young Master Yichilang."
"The night is deep, drink this bowl of energy tonic and go to sleep."
Nangong Ling gave Lin Yi a look and nodded.
Then closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
