Small village.
A new day, sunny and radiant.
Li Fan woke up groggily, rubbing the cat in his arms.
Xiao Bai also woke up, stretched lazily, meowing affectionately at Li Fan, nuzzling his hand intimately.
He got up and went through his morning routine.
In the small courtyard, Long Zixuan and Dugu Yuqing were already busy with their own activities—Long Zixuan guarding the pond while Dugu Yuqing practiced calligraphy.
Gong Ya served breakfast: simple yet hearty porridge, eggs, and beef noodles made from yesterday's leftovers.
After eating, Li Fan, bored, retrieved two ancient lamps from the study and placed them under the sun.
He wiped the lamps with a cloth and examined the inscriptions on them.
"Master, these lamps…"
Dugu Yuqing and Long Zixuan, intrigued, turned to look.
As Li Fan cleaned the ancient lamps, he said:
"They've been around for years."
"Every lamp carries the imprint of a space-time fragment."
He spoke while placing the lamps down, adding:
