The night is desolate.
The cold radiance of the full moon in the sky further intensifies the desolation of this night.
Yiyi has already fallen asleep.
In fact, for martial artists with profound cultivation, resting mostly involves meditating to comprehend the heavens and earth.
As for sleeping, it is not really necessary.
But Xiao Yi knows well that Yiyi, over the years in the Holy Moon Sect, especially in this Holy Heart Hall, has mostly been training and pondering night and day.
Finally, having found her back, let her have a good sleep.
In the courtyard, Xiao Yi stands with his hands behind his back, gazing at the high night sky, feeling the desolate night, and shakes his head.
"It is not the night that is desolate, nor is it the bright moon that is desolate, but it is the martial arts of heaven and earth, endlessly desolate."
In the deep night, under the sparse moonlight, a sigh escapes.
Xiao Yi lowers his hand and has already left.
...
