Looking at this familiar scene, Loran Hill suddenly remembered the witch he had met once.
"Does Senior Refilica know Servis?" She was referring to the jewel witch she met in the clothing store in the small town when Emenas first entered school.
"I know her. She once learned how to make clothes from me. She really likes to embellish her dresses with various gemstones to create a sparkling effect." The witch's eyes showed a hint of nostalgia.
It seems that Refilica is of a very high generation, Loran Hill thought.
The two chatted for a while. Refilica had wanted to give her a few more extraordinary dresses, but Loran Hill declined, saying that such a gift was too expensive. After all, collecting the materials was quite difficult, and she couldn't wear so many clothes. Seeing her say this, Refilica had to pack a few ordinary clothes, but they were also made of good fabrics.
"Let's stop here today. I won't keep you any longer, otherwise it will be completely dark and the mountain road will be difficult to walk on." Refilica looked at the sky which had already turned blue and purple, turned around and said.
"Thank you, Senior Refilica. I'll go back first." Loran Hill waved his hand while holding the things.
After saying goodbye, Loran Hill left the shop. The market had become much quieter. There weren't many inner and outer disciples in the main sect; most were busy cultivating during the day, and even fewer would come out to browse the market at night.
The woods were very dark at night and it was impossible to see far away. Fortunately, every 20 meters or so along the path, there was a stone lantern that would bloom at night, emitting a pale yellow halo, making people feel slightly at ease.
The white stone slabs were very conspicuous in the dark night. Loran Hill stepped on them and walked towards his residence.
The night wind blew gently, bringing some bleak fallen leaves. From the woods beside the road, bursts of crickets chirped and occasionally the hum of toads could be heard.
It's a shame there's no moon. Loran Hill sighed as he watched the palace lanterns winding their way deeper into the woods in the darkness. Then, turning another corner, he heard bursts of laughter coming from the small courtyard he passed by. It seemed like a few familiar disciples were clinking glasses, drinking, and chatting.
Loran Hill listened curiously. They seemed to be talking about what they saw and heard when they went to Luojing some time ago. The prosperity and prosperity of Luojing were hard for outsiders to imagine.
Although she was listening, the girl did not stop, and the sounds in the courtyard gradually became sparse and weak.
I'll go to Luojing when I have time. Right now, I should lay a solid foundation. The girl encouraged herself and continued forward.
The bamboo forest grew increasingly quiet. A small, blue-white fluorescent light appeared before Roland Hill. She looked at the tiny firefly, its abdomen emitting a halo of light, illuminating the thin wings on its back as it slowly flew through the air.
At some point, many glowing fireflies appeared in the forest. These little fluorescent dots flickered and slowly shuttled through the woods, embellishing the dark woods at night into a beautiful scenery, as if you were in a dream.
Walking on this fluorescent-lit path, a faint sense of security and nostalgia welled up in my heart, just like when I was a child, happily walking along the country paths.
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