The stars couldn't be seen in the black sky and only wisps of dark clouds drifted past the bright moon.
The wind was very strong but it didn't affect the flow of the moonlight.
The bright moonlight poured down like flowing water.
Some landed in the scavenger campsite, in the courtyard of Xu Qing's residence and on the two figures in front of the door.
Old Master Seventh, who was wearing a purple robe, stood there for a long time with his hands behind his back. Under the moonlight, his aged face was filled with contemplation. No one knew what he was thinking about.
The servant beside him didn't want to disturb him, so he waited silently.
As for the wild dogs in the surroundings, it was as though these two people didn't exist in their eyes and they couldn't sense them. Hence, they lay there without any abnormalities.
The surroundings were very quiet. Only the laughter and screams from the outer-ring area of the campsite echoed faintly.
