Fu Zheng, in a daze, found herself standing by a lakeside under the night sky.
The bright moon hung high in the sky.
The lake was clear and transparent, like a silver mirror reflecting the bright moon above.
A moon in the sky, a moon in the lake, illuminating one another.
She transformed into a longsword, repeatedly stabbing toward the moon in the water.
The sword entered the lake, yet the moon remained intact, no matter how she stabbed, creating only ripples.
Yet, as she kept stabbing, she found the longsword she had transformed into was becoming insubstantial.
It seemed to turn into a shadow, continually moving into the lake, colliding with the moon's reflection within.
When the longsword was physical, it couldn't touch the shadow, only the water.
But when the longsword was a shadow, it didn't touch the water but collided with the moon's shadow.
The sword shadow and moon shadow collided again and again, attempting to destroy the moon's shadow.
