In the northern suburbs of Kongfang City, the cicadas of mid-summer were irritating, and two sparrows stood on the walls of a small courtyard in the outskirts, one chirping noisily, the other standing still.
Jiang Yuebai and Xie Jingshan were lying in wait in the woods outside the courtyard, holding a movie viewing mirror, watching the scenes transmitted by the Cloud Lark Puppet.
Pavilions and towers, surrounded by flowing water, a young master in white lavish clothes was embracing a woman so enchanting it was bone-deep, sitting and joking in a pavilion at the center of the lake.
After a while, the wind blew the curtains, and the two rolled into a ball, a fox tail rose behind the woman, swaying leisurely.
Jiang Yuebai put down the mirror, "Quite the play, hiding extraordinary people in a golden house."
