The sky had completely darkened, but the stars in the sky were unusually bright.
Starlight shone down while mists filled the peaks. The Seven Stars sect was like a fairytale world, making people unable to take their eyes off it.
At night, cool breezes blew gently.
Ou Yangming looked into the distance toward Danzhou and sighed. "Humans worry so much because they have good memories."
He was wearing a pair of red and white cloth shoes. As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed his finger in the air. Consequently, a stream of light shot out, dispersing the mists within 33 meters in front of him. The young fellow's eyes were hollow, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Ou Yangming stood for a while then stomped on the bluestones and returned to his courtyard. He sat cross-legged.
