An endless black night.
Demon Moon sat quietly on the ground, poised and graceful, reflecting the radiant moon of the Nine Heavens.
Chen Xun stared motionlessly at that desolate, beautiful back, as though he had lost all emotion. He was calmer than this profound night, silent and undisturbed as ever...
This time, he no longer needed to comfort anyone, nor did he need to speak of mysteries and wonders.
After a long while, the corner of Chen Xun's eye finally twitched slightly, and his throat bobbed faintly again and again.
He was clearly a street loafer who could chat with even roadside dogs for a few words, so why was it that whenever the moment came, he could never speak... even though he had already endured so many partings of life and death?
Chen Xun lowered then raised his eyes. The beautiful figure crouching there gradually vanished from his sight.
So long as old friends left with fewer regrets, that was enough. At least his presence could let them depart in greater peace. As for everything else, it did not matter. It had never mattered.
Chen Xun rose with difficulty and suddenly felt that his legs were inexplicably unsteady. Yet after standing for a while, he was fine.
He looked down upon the vast tea fields beneath the moonlit night, his gaze remaining unfocused. It was as if a small piece were missing from his heart, leaving it faintly hollow, though there was no heart-wrenching grief.
Unknowingly, the night breeze drifted over.
It was somewhat chilly.
Just a slight chill, that was all.
Chen Xun's movements were somewhat stiff and sluggish tonight. He slowly raised his head to look toward the waning moon high in the sky... lingering there as he watched, his figure incomparably small beneath the vast heavens