The wind blows tonight, and dark clouds obscure the sky.
The whole of Longmu City is shrouded in gloom.
Zhen Xiaoxiao curls up on the ground, trying hard to cover her head with a blanket.
Finally, she peeks out through a gap in the blanket.
She sees the wooden box sitting in front of the bed, trembling slightly.
It seems as if the sick young master inside is trying to escape.
"The old immortal in the box, is he going to show his power?"
Zhen Xiaoxiao speculates in her heart about how much stewed pig's leg she wants from the old immortal when he reveals his power.
On the other hand, she is also a bit worried whether the old man in the box will run amok once he comes out.
So, she keeps a firm grip on the bowing one-legged copper man.
If a kind old man comes out of the box, she won't hit him.
Otherwise, she'll beat him back into the box!
After preparing herself, she hears a creaking sound.
