"When will the bright moon appear? With wine in hand, I ask the blue sky..."
Chen Yi's brush danced without pause. The unique strokes of his Cursive Script flowed from his heart, and with them, a Mental Realm drifted out.
A night sky.
A different kind of night sky—deep and sapphire blue, dotted with countless stars.
A bright moon.
One more brilliant and dazzling than the round moon in the real sky, its radiance illuminating all.
This Mental Realm of a moonlit, starry sky, filled with large, golden characters, was like a second night sky appearing this evening.
It stretched out above the Painted Boat, and even...
Over the entirety of Quchi!
Yan Fusha looked up at the Mental Realm and its golden words that had appeared out of thin air, the smile in his eyes slowly fading.
"You... This..."
Chen Yi obviously paid him no mind, his brush splashing ink as he completed the work in one fluid motion.
"I do not know what year it is this evening in the celestial palaces."
