Three breaths later, after shaking down a few layers of Sword Qi, Li Bai, holding the sword upright, tucked it into his embrace without a glance backward, and turned away.
Behind him, the lake, which had been dull and lightless, began to shimmer anew.
The stars glittered brilliantly, and the moonlight circulated gracefully.
Although it had not fully returned to its original state, as it was before the little fish had departed, it was largely unnoticeable to the untrained eye.
A swordsman walking away with a sword in his arms couldn’t help but sigh:
"It’s just a lifetime of drudgery, always wiping asses after others, damn it, when I go to Sacrificial Moon Mountain to see her this time, I must have a good talk with her..."
Straight after, the swordsman seemed to remember his high-level practitioner’s burden, coughed lightly, muttered a strange phrase, and left.
"The world shares a third of the moonlit night... Two thirds of the moonlight shines over Wangque... This moonlight, such fine stuff..."
...These drops resembling moonlight condensed into a milky liquid, fell, and merged into the dark, dismal waters below.
The night was deep, and all was silent.
After a barefoot beauty in a red dress and a young girl with missing teeth had agreed to venture together into the secular world.
Within a refined pavilion.
On a spacious bed, a girl with foxy eyes dozed off, hugging the quilt in a cute posture, her eyes moving under closed lids as if dreaming.
"Zhao... Zhao, why haven’t you come yet..."