Dusk came, and both Fēi and Jūn still had some questions left unasked, but Jūn knew that Fēi was as clueless as he was and their only answer lay within the darkness threatening Shùntiān Fǔ.
Their journey resumed in peace, going through villages and mountains, passing merchants, farmers, and monks, for once, they felt normal, it was as if Tàiyuán was untouched by the darkness. They bought fruits and candied plums, slept in pavilions and under the trees when they couldn't find any inns, or sometimes even lived in the house of a farmer whom they helped plow the fields, a peaceful life, making the past few weeks feel like a nightmare or was it making these past few days feel like a dream? Either way, Fēi and Jūn were grateful for it.
Golden wheat spread till the horizon at one of the farms, Fēi and Jūn had just finished tending to the crops, and the sky was painted orange from the sunset, making it seem like they were standing in a field of gold. It is one of the days where they helped people in exchange for shelter but they both know these peaceful days will soon come to an end, Shùntiān Fǔ is just a couple more days away from them, and they had begun to see the sign of darkness, it is weird how Tàiyuán was left untouched for the most part. Was it some divine intervention? Or the sincerity of the people who lived here either way, if they don't do something about it soon, Tàiyuán will soon fall as well.
The next day Fēi and Jūn continued their journey, the scenery changed from fields of gold to a dauntingly dark forest as the surplus of Yin could be felt. It was time.
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Spirits of Falling Snow
Ficción históricaFei was a normal village girl, an orphan under the care of the monks, what would happen when her path crosses with a celestial creature as she gets entangled with conspiracies, ghosts, and evil spirits? Instagram @gardenofyu_ An original story.
