Time flew by, and soon it was late in the twelfth lunar month.
That day at noon, several Servant Disciples from the Miscellaneous Peak arrived, carrying red lanterns to decorate Cuiwei Valley in a festive blaze of red.
During a break in his cultivation, Xiao Chen heard the commotion outside and came out to have a look.
The three Servant Disciples immediately greeted him in unison, "Greetings, Steward Xiao."
"Is it the New Year already? This year has gone by so fast."
Xiao Chen remarked with a sigh, but no one responded.
One of the three was a female disciple wearing a red dress.
She suddenly reminded him of last year at Bishui Peak, when Shen Siyue had asked him to hang lanterns with her.
'Will she be hanging red lanterns all over the mountain herself again this year?'
"Give me six lanterns."
