Night fell, and as the wind began to blow, the Yellow Wind Ridge, blanketed in swirling yellow sand, was slowly swallowed by profound, hazy darkness. The boundless deserts and Gobi grew even more desolate and lonely beneath the silent night sky.
At the same time, for reasons unknown, tonight the demonic aura filling the sky was almost overwhelming. It seemed as though demons were active in great numbers. Shouts and the steady thud of footsteps carried over from afar now and then, adding to the bleak, murderous air of the Yellow Wind Ridge at night.
With the yellow wind, dark clouds, and demonic aura all at work, there wasn't a star in the sky. Even the moonlight seemed afraid of this barren, demon-haunted place, sparing only a few wisps of pale silver light now and then—too weak to illuminate this desolate land.
The wind was the eternal master here!
Even on this seemingly peaceful night, it still carried a bone-chilling cold, moaning and whistling as it swept between sand dunes, cliffs, boulders, and pebbles, as if some terrifying presence were murmuring over or caressing the land.
And in this terrible, desolate wilderness, in a small valley sheltered from the wind by a raised, weathered hill, a flickering glow inexplicably shone from a secluded nook that offered refuge from the gusts.
The light was faint, yet steady, like the only sign of life in this dark, barren land. Resolute and stubborn, it teased the fragile nerves of a silent world already steeped in a murderous atmosphere.
Anyone who spotted that barely perceptible glimmer and cautiously approached through the cold wind and blowing sand would surely be astonished to find that the ones camping in this deathly land, rife with demons and yellow winds, were a little girl and a monkey demon