The sun had set, and there were remnant red blotches in the skyline. The three moons, some round and some not so, had risen into the skies. However, in comparison with the afterglow, they appeared lackluster and resembled several birthmarks in the sky.
Before the giant stone lay a lone snake on the sand. Bathed in the fierce wind and raging sand, he exuded a bleak and desolate vibe, so lonely it was as though he was the only existence on earth.
As the lighting grew increasingly dim, the afterglow dissipated entirely, to be replaced by an abundance of moonlight.
Suddenly, the giant snake lying on the sand tensed his body, his tough snake scales making scratchy sounds of abrasion. Though it wasn't loud, it had the effect of numbing one's scalp.
Bai Qingqing, who was feeling drowsy initially, was jolted out of that state by that noise, immediately gazing outside.
