The firmament resembled an inverted abyss, a boundless expanse of utter darkness, without a single sliver of light. In front of Twin Trees Village, the Fire Spring stirred with a gentle glow, like a hazy moon wheel fallen into the mortal world.
Tang Yushang seemed to bathe in moonlight, stepping forth from the Cold Moon Palace, her figure perfect, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, wearing no powder or paint. Her snow-white, delicate skin faintly shimmered with a soft light. Qin Ming was lost in a daze, actually being gently embraced by her first.
Tonight he had asked Qin Zhaogu whether he was the person he sought. After receiving that response, his mind had been restless, not as calm as he appeared on the surface. His heart, riding a great rise and fall, made his response to this sudden situation half a beat too slow.
The night wind blew, setting Tang Yushang's dress fluttering. Her slender waist and straight, long legs fully displayed her perfect figure. Her black hair lifted, carrying a delicate fragrance that drifted into Qin Ming's nose and mouth, refreshing his heart.