The 15th day of the 7th month of the lunar calendar, exactly nine o'clock.
The moon finally, amidst the eager anticipation of numerous mountain spirits and ghosts, silently moved inch by inch to the dark center of the night sky.
The bright moon shone high above, the area radiated by the bright moonlight seemed to be enveloped in a peculiar environment. Around it, faint streams of light flickered back and forth, like a large bowl covering the city's center.
Changan silently jumped onto the rooftop at the last moment, along with Dahei, each occupying a corner of the rooftop, avoiding Wang Mingjue's eager gaze, and quietly crouched down.
As soon as nine o'clock passed, the sky suddenly burst into brilliance, strands of glimmering white moonlight sprinkled down, slowly spreading a dazzling golden glow before it hit the ground, illuminating the surroundings brightly.
