The night was black as ink.
A crescent moon wandered the sky like a solitary boat, adrift and alone.
Indifferent moonlight lazily spilled across the land.
In the silent wilderness, a bonfire burned.
The flames danced incessantly, as if performing an ardent dance for their master.
Beside the fire, a dog lay sprawled, lazily sleeping.
Leaning close by was a young man.
As the youth wiped his treasured sword, he hummed a tune aimlessly.
Ling Xiao had finally agreed to his master's suggestion; he and the dog quietly departed from Moon Hua Sect, embarking on a secret journey to Thousand Ghosts Forest.
With little time until the Moon Lin Festival, ordinary methods would hardly enable Ling Xiao to break through in such a short span.
That's why Ling Xiao had agreed to his master's suggestion to grow through the trials of Thousand Ghosts Forest.
