It wasn't nine yet, but the evening was drawing near. When Yuan leaves the small hut, there's a confusing number of paths and directions he can go to either go further up the mountain or down. Disciples are more scarce this time of day, preferring to be either in the common room at the dormitory, helping in the kitchens, or cleaning up in either the libraries or classrooms (as if those really needed it).

Unfortunately, it's just as easy to get turned around and end up in the cold springs only to discover a very wrinkly butt attached to a very unhappy old man.

Not five minutes after Yuan left, Jingyi groans and opens his eyes. Dazed, he looks around unsure where he was and if what he thinks just happened did or if he dreamed it.