The sun was low on the horizon when Gu Yangjin and Qiao Zhi rode into Willowshade Village. After the harrowing bandit encounter in the narrow valley, the quiet arrival brought a rush of relief to their party—and to the villagers who waited anxiously at the edge of the settlement. Below, the thatched roofs formed a modest cluster around a central square; slender willows lined a gentle stream that skirted the village's border. A soft breeze rustled the leaves, carrying the mixed scents of wood smoke, cooking fires, and damp earth from recent rains. Lanterns began to glow along the main path, their flickering light promising warmth and safety.