As he stepped outside, Xie Yunxiang suddenly shuddered.
The sun had now completely set. The vast, fiery clouds that had once painted the horizon had all sunk behind the mountains, leaving only an inky-blue sky above the dazzling lights of Bright Moon Square.
Deep within Bright Moon Square, the enormous, luminous moon still hung in midair, bathing everything in its brilliant white light. It seemed so very close to the Mortal World.
The Mortal World was still bustling with activity. Standing before the steps of Yao Fang Courtyard, Xie Yunxiang was suddenly overcome by an indescribable sense of dread.
Song Ciwan, who had been walking ahead of him, noticed him stop and turned back. "Daoist Xie, why have you stopped?"
"I... I..." Xie Yunxiang stammered, shivering.
After sputtering out a few syllables, he hurried to catch up with Song Ciwan.
Song Ciwan turned and resumed walking. She was a woman of few words, simply weaving through the bustling streets at a deceptively fast pace.
