Zhou Tianhao was short-tempered. He shouted, "Let's go. We can't wait any longer. We'll go down the mountain." Tianci smiled and said, "It's still early. Let's take a rest first. It's not too late to go down the mountain after midnight." Then they sat in meditation and began to practice. Zhou Tianhao was impatient and couldn't sit well. He got up from time to time to check the weather, rubbing his hands, eager to try.
At about four o'clock, the two sneaked down the mountain under the faint starlight. It was dark and the mountains were quiet. The shrill cries of night owls came from time to time, echoing in the darkness, which was shocking.
Not far away from the woodcutter's hut, Zhou Tianhao suddenly grabbed Tianci and whispered, "The birds are flying. There's an ambush!" Tianci asked, "
