Before long, I somehow lost my way. Looking back, I saw only an endless sea of forests, so dense that I had no idea where I was. [Burning^Literature^Bookstore] It was as if the entire mountain had swallowed me whole.
As for the old ancestor's trail, there was even less sign of it. Heading north all this way, I had no idea where I should stop.
As I felt my way onward, the thin mist in the air grew thicker and thicker, and the yin energy grew heavier with it. The rain that had held off for so long began to drift down in a soft patter at dusk.
I looked up at the darkening sky, and a trace of apprehension crept into my heart. As long as I had not attained enlightenment, something was bound to go wrong here. I called out all the ghosts and sent them to either side. Black-Haired Hou scouted ahead, Jiang Han guarded me, Song Wanyi brought up the rear, while Xijun and Liu Xiaomiao advanced on the flanks.
If this weather worsened, it would become dangerous. I wondered whether I should leave. After all, Xia Qingping had said it was best not to spend the night here, and I did not even know whether there would be a moon tonight.
Time passed. As I continued north, the journey gradually became more difficult. Only after opening my Yin-Yang Eyes could I barely keep from running into trees.
The rain still drifted down on the passing wind. The sky was covered in dark clouds, yet the new moon rose hazily through them. Remembering the old ancestor's words that following the moon would lead me to something, I felt rather excited.
She had been giving me a hint. If I could twist myself together with my own