Seven days passed in a blink, and soon it was the fifteenth of September.
The air was laced with a chilling bite; the season had entered deep autumn. The sun set earlier day by day—just past five or six o'clock, dusk already stained the sky, and a hazy full moon emerged.
"The moon on the fifteenth is fullest on the sixteenth…"
Zhang Fan gazed at the sky, sensing that on the fifteenth night's full moon, the Taiyin shone fiercely. Clear Qi in the mountains descended; turbid Qi lingered—on this night, many wild beasts grew restless, and those with spiritual sense would all fix their gaze on the moon.
"A wisp of morning brilliance gives birth to the sun, and the moonlight of the fifteenth solidifies into precious radiance… All of these are Great Medicine for Cultivators." Liu Xingtui murmured softly.
