The night in the mountain woods was utterly silent.
A full moon hung overhead, casting a bright, cold light that outlined the contours of the hills and made the cement road look like white jade.
A beam of headlights traveled across the land.
The road was far too narrow. Wildly growing plants on both sides encroached on its surface, and small animals appeared from time to time. Brother Nan concentrated intently, hearing only the GRATING RATTLE as grass and branches scraped against the car body, its tires nearly brushing the road's edge several times.
The air inside the car was slightly stuffy.
The elder of the observatory occasionally moaned from the back seat.
Master Xuanqing bit her lip, needing to care for the elder of the observatory while also helping Brother Nan find her way.
