The night wind flowing down from Kela Mountain brushed past the ancient mansion, filling the entire garden with the refreshing air from deep within the mountains—a serene and pleasant atmosphere. The mushroom-like creatures on the ground emitted bursts of sunlight from their heads, shattering one after another into fragments of orange light, which scattered across the garden. The light seemed to form a golden pathway, following the guests' footsteps.
From the depths of the garden, fireflies with swollen bellies flew out, chasing the golden glimmer under the night sky. Their bellies pulsated rhythmically, leaving behind streaks of light trails in varying shades in the air.
The guide, clad in his black wizard robe, did not engage in small talk with the guests and led them forward silently. The guests followed behind him anxiously, pondering how they should present themselves when meeting the master of the mansion.
