Half-Moon.
In fact, it hasn't been long since the last time I came here, but as they say, often come home to have a look.
Though it seems like nothing has changed.
Everything is still shrouded in crimson glory, growing more intense with my arrival, while the Red Moon remains silent.
Even the armchair not far away hasn't moved an inch.
Despite being covered in bruises, Fu Qian didn't sit in the chair but casually chose a larger piece of rubble and, as he sat down, once again activated the Return Edict.
The crimson moonlight gently soothed, this essence of illusion, yet it easily induced a feeling of being in the cosmos, overlooking all beings, continued to fall into silence.
Fu Qian didn't mind this solitude, maintaining a thinker's posture as if he could stay there forever.
...
111, I knew there would be additional damage.
In fact, Fu Qian was indeed contemplating, even taking stock of the gains and losses of this journey.
