Since leaving Huichun Valley, the night had fallen, and the city of Mochou was gradually illuminated by the brilliant lights.
Zhang Xiaohua stood in mid-air with his hands tied, not releasing his divine sense, but instead observing with his naked eyes.
Within Mochou City, every household had lit their lamps. The lake of Mochou reflected the surrounding lights and the yet undiscovered night sky, giving a more immersive feeling of the starry sky than the actual one.
"Eh? Why is it so desolate here? Is there something strange going on?" As Zhang Xiaohua was admiring the view, he suddenly noticed a vast area on the west side of Mochou Lake, which was pitch-black without any lampfires, contrasting sharply with the surrounding brilliance. If it were a normal day, Zhang Xiaohua might not have paid any attention, but when he was in Shuiyunjian, Bai Yanqiu's palace lacked lampfires at night, so Zhang Xiaohua was able to recognize it easily and obtained many benefits! How could he forget?
