Divine Artifact Clan Land, outside Artifact Valley.
The waning sun dyed Mirror Moon Lake into a pool of golden amber. Yang Xiu sat on the lakeside green stone, unconsciously tracing the water's surface with his fingertips, the ripples shattered the lake's glowing reflection.
You Ying hovered beside him, the blue-purple sword light softened by the twilight, patiently listening to Yang Xiu's narrative.
At this moment, Yang Xiu was already immersed in the story of the character he had woven.
The voice in the narrative carried a hoarseness, eyes staring at the moon shadow swaying in the lake's center, as if seeing his "tragic" past through the lake mirror.
"So you come from a clan called the Moon Shadow Clan?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiu's eyes showed a hint of nostalgia, as if evoking the past's beauty:
