Li Yu and Ji Xiang rode their horses out of the city and galloped towards Mount Spindle. The two of them quickly arrived at the foot of the mountain and rode their horses up the mountain path. At midnight, they arrived at the wooden house where the hunters rested.
Li Yu dismounted and tied the horse to the tree outside the house. Ji Xiang picked up firewood from the front of the wooden house and built a fire. He took out horse feed and fed the horses.
Li Yu entered the house and took out the hanging pot from her space. She went to the stream beside the house to scoop some water and hung the hanging pot on the fire to burn.
Ji Xiang looked at the dark hanging pot and felt that it was a little familiar. He asked curiously, "Madam, why does this hanging pot look like the one we used when we fled?"
Li Yu smiled dryly. "Sigh! I forgot to bring it back last time. I only realized that it was still there when I entered the house."
