In the mountains, the evening light was dusky yellow. Dim and yellow.0

In front of the host’s doorway was a pond where they raised fish. That day, they caught some fish, fetched some sausages and cured meat, and borrowed some vegetables from neighbors. The women then busied themselves in the kitchen.0

The man of the house entertained the guests in the main hall.0

These included the old Daoist invited from the neighboring village, relatives and neighbors who had voluntarily come to help, and the young Daoist priest who had brought back the child's soul on his way.0

The focus was on the two Daoists.0

“My child went through this ordeal and I wonder if it will affect him in the future,” the host looked at Song You and the old Daoist.0

Everyone else listened intently.0

Amusingly, some neighbors’ children had also come, silently leaning against the doorway, and secretly staring inside. Such mystical matters concerning gods and ghosts seemed to naturally hold great fascination for them.0

However, the old Daoist glanced at Song You, hesitant to speak first. Song You also glanced at the old Daoist.0

There was a moment of silence in the room.0

“To be honest,” Song You spoke first in a very humble manner, “I have been cultivating quietly on the mountain and only descended the mountain last year to travel. Besides, I'm young and haven't really seen much of these things. Today, it was just luck that I encountered your...0