The night sky hung low, like a vast sheet of black silk draped heavily over the earth.
The bright moon suspended in the ink-dark sky was like a dazzling pearl, radiating a cool, gentle glow that illuminated the ground as clearly as daylight, making every detail visible.
Yet there was no telling what storms might come. A cloud suddenly drifted in from the distance, resembling a huge gray curtain as it slowly covered the full moon.
In an instant, the world that had been brightly lit sank into endless darkness.
Feng Yiliang's already stern expression grew even gloomier under the sudden change in weather, as if covered by a thick layer of frost.
"Rustle, rustle..."
An unusual sound suddenly came from the front left, breaking the silence of the night.
It sounded like branches and leaves in the distance shaking and colliding violently in a strong wind. Yet there was not even a trace of wind now. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only that strange sound echoing through the air.
The moment the strange disturbance appeared, Feng Yiliang's keen nerves tensed instantly.
He leaned forward slightly, both feet planted firmly on the ground, his entire body radiating a dangerous aura.
He immediately turned toward the sound, his gaze burning as he stared at its source.
At the same time, his right hand reached for his waist without hesitation, swift and practiced.
A finely crafted dagger with a razor-sharp edge appeared in his hand, a faint Spiritual Light flickering across its surface.
The cloud covering the moon lingered only briefly before slowly drifting away.
Silver White moonlight poured down once more like a waterfall, bathing the earth. The ground was illuminated clearly again.
A person now stood where the strange sound had come from.
Feng Yiliang took a careful look