The next morning.
Han Yu sat in front of the thatched cottage, chopping firewood, his mind wandering far away.
Last night, his master had suddenly told him he wanted to take him to the outside world.
For a moment, Han Yu had felt dizzy and dazed.
By the time he came to his senses, dawn was almost breaking.
Leave? Go outside?
Then what about the Demon Ghosts in the mountains? Were they just going to leave them alone?
Yet his master did not mention going down the mountain again all day.
That evening, Han Yu found his master at the wine shop.
Ye Liang was dead drunk again. By the look of it, they certainly would not be leaving the mountain that day.
By the time Ye Liang sobered up, it was already the following afternoon.
Han Yu asked Ye Liang what he had meant about going down the mountain.
Ye Liang gave him an evasive answer.
Han Yu did not ask any further, taking it as drunken nonsense his master had spouted that day.
But two days later, Ye Liang once again proposed taking Han Yu down the mountain.
Han Yu was utterly baffled, unable to figure out what his master was playing at.
It was just that his master did not seem to have made up his mind either.
And so another two days passed.
Late at night, master and disciple chatted by candlelight.
Ye Liang had somehow gotten hold of some money and bought a roast chicken and some peanuts.
He had also made a pot of fish soup and a few dishes to go with the wine.
Han Yu was stunned, as though he had seen a deaf man listening to a mute say that a blind man had seen a ghost.
"Have a drink."
Han