On this night, the moon was bright and beautiful, the cold wind chilled to the bone. Zhao Chunxia, Luo Feiyan, and Lin Aoshan all found it difficult to sleep. Zhao Chunxia paced back and forth, walking to the front of the iron fence, looking down.
Two mountains flanked, the canyon path spacious, vegetation lush. Zhao Chunxia's dwelling was over twenty zhang from the ground, quite high, cold snow blew through the fence cracks into the stone cave, her clothing thin, though feeling the severe cold, her thoughts were occupied, having no time to concern.
This cave room allowed full view of the ground situation, with a good field of vision. If a fight broke out tomorrow, she could easily see the details. She observed the ground was broad, snow accumulated into a blanket.
