The night breeze was cool, and the sky was gloomy and heavy. Unconsciously, it was already nighttime.
"Perhaps it's the sound of the wind."
Ah Piao said.
"Hopefully so."
Xin Lin silently hoped in her heart.
The Rascal Corpse and the Sealing Spirit Talisman had both been buried by her, so there should be no ghost lingering on.
As night fell, Ah Piao no longer had to hide from the sunlight, and considering the dangers of the mountain woods at night, Xin Lin and Ah Piao decided to stay overnight in the mountains.
The campfire was lit, and Xin Lin poked at the firewood, with the flames reflecting red on her little face.
"Ah Piao, since you are coming with me to Purple Cloud City, you can't always be called Ah Piao. Since we will be calling each other brother and sister from now on, I'll give you a name—we'll call you Xin Zhuo."
"I really like this name... Sister, what's wrong?"
Ah Piao's face was filled with joy, but it noticed Xin Lin's expression was somewhat distant.
