It was night.
The bright, clear moonlight was like pristine, flowing water, spilling generously across the vast land.
It was as if everything in the world had been draped in a layer of silvery-white frost.
A crisp chill, unique to autumn and winter, seeped through the air, adding a deeper sense of silence and cold to the night.
Atop a rock in the mountains.
Hu Qi sat cross-legged, his head tilted slightly back, his gaze fixed on the full moon hanging high in the sky.
Relying on his astonishing eyesight,
he could clearly see every detail of the bright moon.
The moon in this world was exceptionally large and bright. It emanated a soft yet cold radiance, illuminating the night sky as if it were day.
However, due to the peculiar nature of this world,
the moon here was not a celestial body in the conventional sense, but rather a special kind of natural phenomenon.
It hung there leisurely, much like a white cloud drifting freely in the sky.
