"Them?"
Lin Qiye raised his head and looked where Chen Yangrong was pointing. Aside from the pitch-black stomach wall, he could see nothing.
"There's nothing there." Lin Qiye shook his head.
"Just because you can't see them now doesn't mean 'they' don't exist." Chen Yangrong's gaze seemed to pierce through the boundless void, a trace of fervor emerging in his eyes. "'They' have always been in a place where everyone can only look up at them, but no one has noticed...
'They' are watching from afar. 'They' are waiting. 'They' will eventually return."
"You mean there's something on the moon?"
On the shore of the Fishing Village, An Qingyu frowned tightly after hearing Chen Gou's words.
Chen Gou nodded. "Ever since my father died, I've kept reliving this dream. Every time I woke up in the middle of the night, my bed happened to be beside the window, so the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was always that moon..."
"What did you see?"
"An eye." Fear surfaced in Chen Gou's eyes. "There was a huge eye on the moon's surface. It was looking at me."
"There was an eye on the moon?"
An Qingyu froze, then raised his head to look at the sky again. The faint, indistinct moon hung overhead, its surface blurred beyond recognition. There was nothing visible on it at all.
"I know it sounds absurd, but I really saw it."
"And then? Can you still see it now?"
"No. Whenever I saw that eye, a golden light would flash across the moon, and then the eye would disappear. Everything would return to normal."
Golden light on the moon?
Upon hearing that description, a thought flashed through An Qingyu's mind like lightning. It was as though he had grasped something crucial, yet