The Misty Forest
Darkness had settled over Wupei, and thick sets of clouds moved over, covering the stars and the full moon, enveloping the city in a pitch black veil. Few of the still lit lanterns swayed in the weak wind, fighting the gloom with their quivering flames, but they were puny, only illuminating the first steps of the buildings they hung from.
That same darkness filled the little inn room where ZhiYi was already fast asleep, exhausted from the second wrestling match of the evening.
MingYu had been so frustrated that after eating, he used his pent up energy to try and pin ZhiYi down – for reasons he wasn't sure of himself, and what ZhiYi had only thought of as a friendly sparring.