The fireflies illuminated the fields, their twinkling starlight like a shimmering veil of precious jewels enveloping the land under the night sky. Yet, faced with this dreamlike scene, everyone dared not let their guard down.
The more beautiful it is, the more dangerous. This breathtaking sight that seems only possible in dreams might be concealing deadly intent. However, as they drew closer, the firefly ashes merely danced in the gentle breeze caused by their passage and gradually fell back down.
The fields, gently lit by the soft glow, glimmered in a pale white light. Feng Yuan held the handle of the sickle cautiously as he walked at the forefront, with Xiao Ji closely following behind, ready to act at any moment. Yet, aside from the firefly ashes scattered by their movement, the field showed no sign of change.
