At this time, in the small courtyard within the bamboo forest,
in the bamboo forest by the courtyard gate, two little demons were carelessly hopping around, causing snow to fall in flurries, with snowballs flying back and forth by the door frame.
Under the pavilion, Lian Nichang, dressed in a red dress, was wiping a Three-foot Green Peak Sword with a white cloth, the blade gleaming coldly.
Under the eaves, Old Wu on the rocking chair had gone inside to rest, leaving the empty chair to sway with the breeze, squeaking softly.
By the pond, Fang Qingzhu, clad in white, stood daydreaming, lost in thought after adjusting her breath inside before stepping out.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was tranquil yet strange.
Just then, a gigantic dog's head bizarrely squeezed through the small gap in the wooden door, its eerie green eyes glancing around the courtyard.
"Jiji"
A shrill, ear-piercing sound.
