"Rustle, rustle!"
"Rustle, rustle!"
The courtyard was small, containing three thatched huts enclosed by a fence, with an ancient tree whose trunk could only be hugged by four people growing inside. A female cultivator bowed her head as she swept away the fallen leaves scattered across the ground, her long ruqun skirt draping over her shoes, wrapping her thin and slender figure.
She was wholly unaware of the presence standing at the doorway, only to hear two thudding sounds behind her, and turned around abruptly. Before her stood an exuberantly radiant young woman and a plain, honest young man, who was holding in his arms a squirrel so fat it bordered on the absurd.
"Xie Yu!"
"Who are you?"
The female cultivator's expression was full of vigilance. Her eyes flickered briefly before settling on the young woman.
"We're here to pick you up."
"Pick me up? To where?"
"Somewhere."
Jiuru pointed toward the sky.
"..."