As the midnight bell tolls, it sounds like a series of melodious yet deep drumbeats, gently echoing in the tranquil night sky.

The voice seemed to travel through a tunnel of time and space, carrying a mysterious and solemn aura. Qin Qianluo was like a graceful, agile, and unpredictable elf in the dark night.

With near-perfect precision, it appeared precisely on time in the quiet and deep depths of the dense forest.

The moonlight seemed to be gently parted by a pair of tender and mysterious hands, spreading out in fine, scattered strands across this mysterious land.

The dappled light and shadow intertwine, creating a dreamlike and poetic scene.

It is as if nature itself is a masterpiece, a great artist, draping this dense forest in a dreamlike silver veil.

This adds an air of eeriness and mystery to the quiet night, as if every leaf and every branch hides an unknown secret.

In this dreamlike yet mysterious dense forest, a slightly dilapidated thatched hut stands quietly.

Like a wise old man who has seen many hardships, silently watching over the long river of time.

Bathed in the gentle moonlight, its weathered and time-worn silhouette appears all the more weathered and lonely.

Much of the plaster on the walls has fallen off, revealing the mottled earthen walls underneath, as if silently telling stories of the past.

Those years, whether joyful or sorrowful, mundane or exhilarating, are deeply etched upon its body.

Inside the room, a dim, yellow candlelight shone through, flickering uncertainly in the darkness.

Like a faint yet tenacious star in the vast night sky, striving to emit its last rays of light.

They tried to break through the heavy shackles of darkness and bring a glimmer of hope to this dark world.

It sways gently in the breeze, as if telling the world about its resilience and perseverance.

Qin Qianluo stood quietly in front of the thatched hut, the cool moonlight shining on her, outlining her slender and resolute figure.

She took a deep breath, the air carrying the coolness of the night and the unique freshness of the mountains and forests, trying to calm her slightly rapid breathing caused by tension.

At the same time, I tried to calm my mind, which was slightly fluctuating due to the unknown I was about to face.

She slowly stretched out her hand, which appeared fair and slender in the moonlight, with skin as delicate and smooth as mutton fat jade. Her fingertips gently rested on the slightly old door of the thatched hut.

With a creak, the old door hinge emitted a dull and long sound.

In the stillness of the night, it was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exceptionally abrupt and loud, as if a sharp blade had pierced the tranquility of the night, startling the birds perched on the branches.

They flapped their wings, emitting a noisy cry, and flew away into the distance, leaving the dense forest to return to silence after a brief period of clamor.

She stepped into the hut with steady yet cautious steps, her movements light yet firm, as if afraid of disturbing the secrets hidden within.

After quickly scanning the room, his gaze finally settled on something as if drawn by a magnet.

A slightly dilapidated table sat quietly in the center of the thatched hut, its surface marked with lines of varying depths by the passage of time.

Those marks are like historical imprints, recording the trials and tribulations it has experienced.

On the table sat a flickering candle, its weak light swaying gently in the breeze, like a fragile heart beating weakly.

It seemed as if it could be mercilessly swallowed by darkness at any moment, yet it stubbornly radiated its last light, striving to bring a glimmer of light to this dark space.

Beside the candlelight, a pot of tea, steaming gently, stands quietly, the rising steam swirling and curling in the air like wisps of smoke.

It transforms into various wondrous shapes, emitting a faint tea fragrance. The aroma is fresh and elegant, carrying the unique fragrance of tea leaves, spreading throughout this simple environment.

It seems to carry a tranquility and serenity that transcends the mundane world, as if softly telling of its warmth and peace.

It brings a rare sense of relaxation to this tense atmosphere.

Several plates of pastries were also placed next to them. The pastries were exquisitely designed, and every detail seemed to have been carefully crafted by a skilled craftsman, from the texture of the petals to the shape of the fruit.

Each one is so lifelike that they seem out of place in this dilapidated and simple environment, like fairies who have mistakenly wandered into the mortal world.

They possess a unique sense of incongruity and beauty, as if they do not belong to this world full of vicissitudes and decay.

On one side of the table sat a woman dressed in purple.

The purple robe was so bright and eye-catching, like a blazing flame, that it stood out starkly in the dilapidated hut, as if it were burning away all the surrounding darkness.

It was like a bright spot in the darkness, attracting everyone's attention.

The woman wore a jade mask, which was exquisitely carved with smooth and natural lines, as if it had been sculpted by the great artist that is nature itself.

The jade is warm and delicate, radiating a soft luster, like a clear spring, shimmering with a mysterious light in this dim environment.

However, the mask exuded a mysterious and cold aura, like ice that had never melted for thousands of years, which made people feel amazed but also a little cold.

It was as if beneath the mask lay an unfathomable soul, making it impossible to discern her true face hidden beneath.

It was as if it were an unsolvable mystery, arousing endless imagination and curiosity in people.

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