They are not in Zhoujiatai anymore. Tang Fan can tell that much from this little. Whether they've come north into the mountain, or gone south into the plains, though — or ended up somewhere else entirely, east or west by providence — he'd need to see the stars, first, to even have a hope of a guess at it.
So much for simple and for supposed good fortune. What a day they've had, and what a night it's apparently promised them.
Imported from Archive of Our Own. Original work id: 31085543.