This night was lengthy, many perished, and many saw their destinies forever altered, but still, far too many will never know what truly transpired this evening.
As the first streaks of dawn light appeared in the East, silence engulfed all; birds, having rested for the night, burst from their nests, their loud calls filling the air as they searched the hillsides for food.
The air in the mountains was fresh. Breathing it in filled the chest with such vibrant spiritual energy that it was comforting enough to make one want to shout out loud.
When Yang Fan opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar room, with wooden walls and devoid of modern household appliances, primitive living utensils were scattered all around.
"You're awake," a familiar voice rang out by his ear.
Yang Fan was propped up by Yang Huiru to sit. The discomfort was less, the emptiness not so profound, not nearly as drained as before.
He glanced at Yang Huiru, that familiar face: "Where is this?" he asked.
