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.
Two kinsmen make an auspicious start to a hunting trip by avoiding their relatives and having sex in tents. (They're very nice tents, though.)