The forest was silent, only the sound of the wood within the bonfire cracking and breaking audible. Son Juguang, eyes narrowed, gazed intently at the shrubbery not too far away, though not even the breeze had rustled its branches and leaves. Suddenly, that deep green foliage shifted; first swaying slightly, and then the extent of the shaking grew greater and greater, as if something was about to wind out from within. Song Juguang stroked the unremarkable stone by her side; with a wave of her wrist, in an instant, the stone rushed towards there with the sound of breaking. Pu. It was the sound of stone piercing flesh. Yet the sound of something heavy falling over didn't rise with it, and after this sound, the empty space was once more silent. Looking intently, it was merely a wild rabbit laying on the ground, its breath already gone. "Ah." Song Juguang let out a breath, sneering as she rose from the ground, holding the folding fan that had, who knew when, become grasped in ...