The moon hung high as Lin Mu and Meng Bai soared beyond the city's edge atop Little Shrubby. The twinkling lights behind them faded into the distance, replaced by the quiet hush of hills cloaked in mist. Pine trees rustled beneath them, and the cool night air whistled past their ears.
"I swear, if one more woman tries to 'accidentally' sit in my lap, I'm going to move into a cave," Meng Bai muttered, adjusting his robes for the third time that evening.
The Young Man was still nervous after having experienced the women's flirtatious actions that seemed to hide some nefarious intentions. At first he had thought that they were merely being friendly, then flirty but later he knew there was more to them than the playful facade.
Lin Mu gave a short chuckle. "Consider it a learning experience. Daoist Chu didn't just teach you lines—he taught you to dodge nets."
"Yeah, well, I feel like a fish that flopped out of one net and into another frying pan."
