In the deep, silent night, the bright moon hung high, its clear light spilling across the alleys, the cobblestone roads covered with a thin frost, reflecting a cold glow.
The shops along the street had all tightly shut their doors; the cold wind brushed by, gently swaying the lanterns under the eaves, shadows flickering.
In the distance, the Yunxiao Mountain Range was hidden in the night, its outline blurred, like a dormant giant beast. In the town, there was no sound of people, only the howling wind, occasionally accompanied by a few barks, soon dissipating into the silence.
Inside the Yang family's winery, Luo Zhen had just finished counting the stored wine in the cellar, preparing to return to his room to cultivate.
He stood in the open courtyard, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, "Hmm, why is the moon so large tonight?"
Indeed!
