The moon—the crescent moon...
Like a curved hook, it hung in mid-air, and its gentle moonlight poured down like water.
Grass, small houses, and even faint green smoke were sprinkled with a soft white color.
No matter how beautiful the night was, it could not bury the countless troubles. Whether it was for daily necessities, power, or to get to the peak... All kinds of people were common people. Of course, common people had troubles, and having troubles meant that one would lose sleep.
Du E also had his troubles, which was why he could not sleep.
He was the core elder of the Shaman Tribe, and his cultivation level was much higher than that of an ordinary Ruler. Nonetheless, no one knew that there was a wild desire burning in his heart.
The Ancient Shamans dominated the entire universe, suppressing the heavens, as well as the other races until they lost all light.
