Time flowed by, and it was halfway through October.
It should have been the season of cold dew. However, due to the location of the Seven Blood Eyes, it was still hot during the day.
Only at night did it turn cold. This was the case for the sea as well. It was as though the gloominess buried at the bottom of the sea permeated the air with the moonlight, seeping out of the surface of the sea and enveloping the world. It seeped into the bodies of everyone who cultivated at night, allowing them to experience the malice of winter in advance.
At this moment, the night wind gusted, and the moonlight cascaded onto the harbor, covering every inch of the bluestone road. It also landed on Xu Qing, who had ended his day's work and was walking toward his berth with vigilance.
