Night descended, and gusts of cold wind began to blow. The bamboo grove outside the courtyard gate rustled with a WHOOSH, and the wind rattled the windows, which shook continuously with an eerie CREAK... CREAK...
In the main room, Zhao Yuan didn't even raise an eyebrow. He simply got up and pulled the light on.
The lights in Zhao Yuan's home were still of a style from decades ago. There was no switch to press, only a pull cord. One pull turned it on; another turned it off.
The light in the main room was low-wattage and dim. It barely illuminated the room and, if anything, only added to the eerie atmosphere.
Zhao Yuan, however, was long used to it. After turning on the light, he returned to his chair and activated his Concentration Technique. He resumed studying Traditional Chinese Medicine Diagnosis while waiting for Mage Zhang's scare tactics to begin.
Time passed, and soon it was around eleven o'clock at night.
