And so, the night passed quickly.
The next day, just as the sky began to lighten, a knock came at his door.
"Fellow Daoist Lü, how did you rest last night?" Elder Daoist Fang Pan stood outside the door, a smile on his face.
"Well enough. For you to come so early, Fellow Daoist, has something happened?" Lü Zhong glanced around and saw that the other people in the caravan seemed normal. Some were airing out clothes and bedsheets, while others sat at roadside stalls buying food. It didn't look like they had been attacked.
"Of course not. I just came to inform you of something," the old Daoist said, shaking his head.
Then he continued, "At our current pace, we'll be passing through a canyon around noon. It's infested with a good number of ghosts. Even with the Guiding Lanterns, a caravan carrying so many living people might not make it through safely. It's better to be safe than sorry, so I must ask you to prepare in advance, Fellow Daoist."
"No problem," Lü Zhong replied.
