"There's a powerful expert here." Jiang Qiao looked out the window.
Moonlight flowed like water.
The clear, cloudless day had just now turned into a Black Curtain. A pure, bright full moon hung high in the sky, its silver light spilling through the glass window and into the room.
It was somewhat chilly.
Somewhat desolate.
And somewhat eerily pale and unsettling, like the face of a dead person staring down at the earth.
"Hee hee hee hee—"
The sinister, bone-chilling laughter echoed through the room with the moonlight. Everyone felt as though something had forced its way in from outside. It was like an illusion—shadowy and indistinct, impossible to see clearly, yet constantly flickering into view.
"I never expected a distinguished guest to descend upon Yang City."
"My apologies for failing to welcome you."
As soon as her voice fell, the white moonlight on the chair opposite them gradually condensed and transformed into the shape of a woman.
Her face could not be seen clearly.
But her graceful, slender figure gave off an impression of exquisite elegance.
"You're rather interesting."
Jiang Qiao smiled. "Someone is pretending to be the sun, someone else is impersonating the moon. It looks like there should be someone pretending to be the stars as well. The cycle of day and night, simulating the real world."
"Judging by your tone."
"You don't seem to be a local, yet the aura around you clearly comes from our homeland."
"Your identity."
"Is quite interesting as well."
The woman sat on the chair and spoke with a smile.
The moon!
This city was illuminated by the sun during the day.
At night.
The moon and stars appeared as well.
These were naturally not the sun, moon, and stars of the natural world, but manifestations of the laws wielded by