Jiazi Lane.
As the night enveloped the imposing archway whose inception remained a mystery, the green stone-paved road retained the sun's lingering warmth.
Old man selling tofu carried his empty baskets, wobbling homeward, with the bronze hoops clinking in the hollow wooden buckets;
A young lad with unkempt hair dashed out, giggling, from a side house, followed by a woman's lion-like roar.
"The mountain paths of Shu are long and it's already dark, you little rascal, running off like that! Aren't you afraid of being snatched by demons?"
"Trying to scare kids! I heard from Master that we used to have a very powerful Mountain Patrol Military Officer here, so no demon would dare come around." The kid turned, mischievously swatting the air with the Wangba Fist, then pulled down his eyelids with two fingers, taunting the woman.
Quickly subdued by the woman, he was dragged by the ear back home.
