Lan Sizhui and Jin Ling were on a night hunt with the rest of the junior disciples. However, they decided to split into groups, and they both decided to team-up together.

The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, its pale light spilling over the frost-kissed landscape. Each breath came out in a ghostly puff, a fleeting reminder of warmth in the biting chill. Trees, stripped of their leaves, stood like skeletal sentinels, their branches creaking softly in the frigid wind that whispered through the darkness.

Lan Sizhui and Jin Ling, both, somehow, ended up in a dark ghostly cave, walking and looking around, until a sudden force pushed them together in a tight place, seemed like a box. Both were stuck in the tight area.

"Oh my..." Lan Sizhui looks around, but it was filled with darkness. He could feel Jin Ling on top of him, and he blushed. They both were tightly pressed together, and he wraps his arms around Jin Ling's waist, pulling his back flush against his chest in an attempt to get in a comfortable position, his mouth close to his ear as he spoke, "Jin Ling, are you okay?"