The temperature fell as night deepened, and fog condensed in a thin, white haze all about them.

The fire was going strong in the middle, and around it they had erected some simple tentage.

Li Luo sat by the fire, keeping watch on his surroundings. Neither Zhao Ziyang nor Gu Ying were around, although their four teammates were here, both for their protection and as guards.

Li Luo stretched lazily, inhaling deeply. A familiar fragrance clung to the wet, night air, and he turned to see Lu Qing'er approaching. She sat down beside him.

She had just returned from her bath in the mountain spring, and her green tresses hung damp, drying slowly as she held it out...