The moon reached its zenith, and the autumn breeze blew gently.
The entire Pingtan County fell into darkness, with only the brothels on Fragrant Street and the casinos in the deep alleys lighting their oil lamps and lanterns, staying awake throughout the night.
Only the sound of howling wind, the chirping of insects, and the cries of eagles, the howls of monkeys, the wails of wolves, and the roars of tigers were left in the entire world...
In Jiming Temple, inside the host's meditation room.
An oil lamp illuminated the meditation room, but it was dim. Without the lingering sandalwood incense of the temple, the dim light and flickering shadows could easily make it seem like a haunted house.
"Brother Daoist, is there anything unusual about Zeng Changlong?" Guangyue asked.
Lu Zheng did not hide anything from him, "He should be connected to a Fallen Celestial Demon."
Guangyue: ⚆_⚆?
