A full moon hung high, the sea of stars glittering.
Chu Xingchen leaned against the table, his gaze passing over it toward that bright moon.
Whether in Central Province, where flowers bloomed like brocade, or the scarred and ravaged Western Ox-He Continent.
If he looked only at the sky now, the moon was no different from the one over Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge.
No wonder people loved entrusting their longing for home to the bright moon.
Truly, this moment was just like that moment back then.
Things still needed time to develop. The Profound Clarity Heavenly Sect's supreme treasure was still on him, and it was excellent at concealing auras, though it placed a somewhat greater burden on his Divine Sense.
What Wukong and the others needed to do now was avoid doing anything unnecessary and quietly wait for an opportunity.
Naturally, Chu Xingchen also had an optional side task here.
Winter Melon stood at the doorway, surveying her surroundings with doubt and caution. Her vicious gaze swept over Chu Xingchen again and again, as though weighing her chances of success if she attacked.
Chu Xingchen had heard the earlier news, but he had not expected his own Fifth Disciple to have nearly twisted a demon into a deviant.
That counted as a talent, too.
Chu Xingchen could sense Winter Melon's sharp gaze without turning around, and said lightly:
"Your first lesson: if you really want to kill someone, the first thing you need to do is... hide the killing intent in your eyes, especially when you're preparing to stab them in the back."
"You and I are both cultivators. We don't even need to rest, so with this long night ahead of us, finding the right moment matters more than attacking blindly."
Winter Melon said nothing. Deliberately making her