Today, the sky was overcast, with no sunset in sight.  0

The Daoist sat cross-legged at the entrance of the thatched cottage with his eyes closed, quietly listening to the sound of the mountain wind sweeping through the air, the rustling of grass and trees, and the cicadas gradually being replaced by the sounds of insects and frogs.  0

The little girl curled up beside him, indifferent to the dirt and unbothered about staining her clothes. She was lying sideways on the ground, resembling a cat.  1

Heroine Wu leaned against the door frame, cradling her sword, occasionally opening her eyes to glance into the distance.  0

The yellow-maned horse was tied nearby, munching on grass.  3

As night fell completely, the sounds of calls from the mountains echoed, the wind rustled the grass, and occasionally, the commotion from wandering martial artists could be heard.  0

The night passed like this.  0

The next morning, Heroine Wu opened her eyes to find green mountains and white clouds before her, a picturesque scene. Turning her head, she saw her horse standing quietly. The Daoist still sat a few chi away beside her, but the little girl was nowhere to be seen, leaving behind only a small bowl filled with half a bowl of water.  0

That bowl was made of exquisite...0