On the ninth day of the eighth lunar month, the bright moon hung high.
Four young people emerged from the Military Camp beneath Wuya's feet.
With their previous experience, Lu Ran and the others had chosen to leave the village a night early rather than battle the morning rush.
After all, every time they left the village, they had to climb the hundred-meter stone pillar staircase. Once there were too many people, it became stop-and-go, crowded and dangerous.
"It's almost full," Jiang Ruyi said softly.
"Sister Ruyi?" Tian Tian asked, somewhat puzzled.
Jiang Ruyi raised her head slightly, gesturing toward the moon in the night sky.
"Oh, Mid-Autumn Festival is only a few days away," Tian Tian murmured.
Since Demon Invasions occurred on every lunar fifteenth, holidays such as the Lantern Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival had lost their original character.
Tian Tian and the others did not feel much about that.
After all, they had been born into an era where Gods and Devils coexisted. Since the day they could remember, the world had always been like this.
All the warmth and beauty associated with the Lantern Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival—celebrating the Lantern Festival, admiring lanterns, worshipping the moon, and singing its praises—
existed only in history books.
They existed in their parents' memories, in the stories told by their grandfathers and grandmothers.
"Class Monitor, we've handed over all the magic crystals." Deng Yutang walked over. "We obtained a total of 362 Stream Grade magic crystals and 498 Mist Grade magic crystals."
Holding the list provided by the military, Deng Yutang continued, "We stayed in the village for seventeen days and lodged there for sixteen."
Jiang Ruyi said, "Tell me the result."
Deng Yutang said, "Board and lodging fees came to 160 Mist Grade magic crystals.
"In addition, after completing