Hidden Sword Mountain, Hidden Sword Hall, on the Glaze rooftop.
Heavenly Sword True Monarch leaned on the flying eaves with a green tile trim, holding a pewter pot, white steam condensing from its mouth; it was warm osmanthus brew. Half-closed eyes gazed at the silver disk grinding thin clouds, his clothes stained with night dew, reflecting moonlight with a soft glimmer.
The night sky was clear as if washed, clouds scattered afar, leaving only the moon suspended in the void. The cold moonlight was not blinding, like scattered frost covering tiles, covering True Monarch's silver hair, even the patterns on the pot were distinct.
Stars were dense like scattered diamonds on an ink canvas, bright ones dazzled, while distant ones faded into silver mist, extending with the Big Dipper into the Milky Way, their light as weak as spring water's thin ice.
"Master!" The petite Que Lingyu floated like a breeze onto the flying eaves, softly landing behind Heavenly Sword True Monarch.
