Moonlit night.
Haitang blossoms bloomed profusely under the cold moonlight.
The beautiful pistils and stamens, brimming with dewdrops, were enchanting and seductive. They swayed with the breeze, letting out enthralling whispers.
RUSTLE, RUSTLE, RUSTLE.
At the foot of the mountain, the villa community was planted with dozens, if not hundreds, of precious trees. No one should have been out and about at this hour, yet a man was moving through the shadows of the night.
He was Tan Chang. Once the shadow of a Martial Dao family in Yanjing, he had followed Xu Lai and astoundingly reached the peak of the Eighth Grade Martial Ancestor.
He passed through the villa community and arrived at the seashore, staring blankly at the moon.
"Godmother has been gone for a while now," Tan Chang sighed softly.
