Under the night sky, two peerless figures stood facing each other from a distance.
One, with white hair and white robes, had an otherworldly aura, like that of an immortal. The other, in an ink-black robe, had the air of a fiend or a demon. They were two starkly different individuals, yet both left a deep impression at first glance.
"The moonlight is truly beautiful."
A bright moon hung high in the night sky.
"As the bright moon rises over the sea, we share this moment, though worlds apart."
Ning Jiang gazed at the bright moon, a smile gracing his face. It was a smile of joy, of loneliness, of relief—like a wanderer, away for many years, who had finally returned home.
On the eve of this great battle, when everyone else was fraught with tension, his thoughts turned to Ning Yu'an and Ye Chenyu.
'Are they, at this very moment, looking at the same moon and thinking of me?'
'Once this is all over, I'll go back and see Sister An.'
