The moon is like a mirror, high up in the sky, reflecting the mountains and rivers.
The pavilion hangs alone on the mountainside, its flying eaves seem to be coated with a layer of frost, shimmering with a cold glow under the moonlight.
"Brother Lin."
There is no one around, only the gentle rustling of the wind passing through the leaves can be heard.
The silence between the two was suddenly broken by the mooing of a cow, which made Lin Chang'an annoyed for a moment.
"Moo!"
The Cyan-Horned Bull in the pond looked intently at its master and the woman who had fed it since it was a small calf, showing a look of flattery.
Yun Yao, usually as cold as ice, suddenly smiled, and casually took out two Spirit Fruits from her Storage Bag.
At some point, she had developed the habit of always keeping some Spirit Fruits for the Cyan-Horned Bull and the Phoenix Cry Bird in her Storage Bag.
"Alright, let's let you and your companion meet."
