Outside the Rai City. Haan Di.
Hour of Shadow Rabbit. (09:00 PM - 10:00 PM)
The wind was quiet in the open wilderness, carrying only the soft crackling of fire and the faint smell of roasting meat.
The land was flat for a long stretch, broken only by patches of wild grass and a few scattered trees.
In the middle of this lonely place, a single campfire burned gently.
Next to it, Aksai sat with ease, flipping slices of seasoned demon beast meat over the flames. He whistled a quiet tune as he cooked, completely at peace, as if he were in his own backyard.
From a small rocky ridge about a hundred meters away, four Spirit cultivators from the Iron Mountain Sect crouched in silence, hidden behind the shadows of a few thick bushes.
One of the men, tall and sharp-eyed, frowned deeply as he stared at Aksai. "Is this man out of his mind?" he asked in a low voice, clearly annoyed. "Why would he decide to camp out here? He could've just stayed in Rai City. Does he want to die tonight?"
