On the western shore of the East Sea, at the Evil Heaven Pavilion on Feiyue Mountain.
Beside a wooden cabin built on a grassy mountaintop, a handsome young man sat cross-legged on the soft lawn, his eyes tightly closed. Intense magical fluctuations seemed to radiate around him.
Moonlight shimmered on his shoulder, but a closer look revealed that it was not some fluorescent substance. A Little Moon Moth wreathed in lunar radiance rested there, fluttering its thin, iridescent wings. The glow came from its body.
On his other shoulder stood a Divine Eagle with a black body, though its noble head and sacred tail feathers were as white as snow.
Its sharp talons gripped his clothes as it perched docilely on his shoulder, its head resting gently against his cheek.
Anyone who saw him would have thought he was an oddball. Who went around with a moon moth resting on one shoulder and an eagle standing on the other?
Behind him, two beautiful women sat on chairs in front of the cabin, leisurely sipping tea.
One was a gentle woman wearing a traditional Tang-style dress. She had an exquisite oval face, delicate features, softly arched brows, a graceful nose, cherry-red lips, and fair, luminous skin that gave her a natural beauty.
Her lustrous black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, gleaming in the light.
Even the concealing Tang-style dress could not hide her stunning figure: a full, uplifted bust, a slender waist supple enough to encircle with one hand, round, voluptuous hips, and long, beautiful legs hidden beneath her skirt.
In the soft sunlight, she looked like a moon fairy who had stepped out of a painting, her beauty ethereal and almost unreal.
The other woman had removed her headscarf. Instead of revealing only slender, curved brows and