The stars and moon gradually sank lower, swaying the willow branches, which cast flickering, cool shadows.
Su Beitong and Ji Nanjue analyzed for a while before looking up at the sky.
Only then did Su Bei realize that the three of them had been tracking the pair's traces for quite some time; before they knew it, the hour had grown late.
Nan Ji, of course, had no issues, having long since reached the Fasting Realm, but Li Zijun must have been hungry for a while.
With that thought, he looked in her direction.
Li Zijun stood quietly under the dense pagoda tree, two strands of neatly braided hair hanging in front of her chest, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes shimmering with light, lost in thought.
The moon, lying lazily in the sky, was like fragments of broken jade spilling down, casting dappled shadows that fell upon her dress.
A beauty under the moon, a lovely and ethereal soul.
"Master..."
