The master and his disciple sat in a crater of the chilly "false moon," watching the real moon in the sky.
It was a rare chance for Qing Yueqiu to be alone with her master. She rested her cheek on her arm, a serene smile gracing her lips as she watched him recount the old days, back when he had first brought her to the Sect.
Before they knew it, a sliver of dawn broke over the dark horizon. As the real moon set, the false moon beneath them began to dim, its own Moonlight gradually depleting.
"Master, the sun is rising... The last time we watched the sunrise was right after Junior Sister arrived. In the blink of an eye, it's been over a decade since I've seen a sunrise over the Dao Sect. It's so beautiful."
"It is... The vibrant clouds of a Dao Sect sunrise are truly a sight to behold, unparalleled in this world. Many Cultivators toil through the night just for a chance to see the sun rise at four in the morning."
