As midnight approached, the moon became increasingly bright, and the temperature continued to drop.
The cold wind swept across the open lake surface, brushed through the sparse woods, and made a pass around this group of young wizards by the lakeside.
Zheng Qing couldn't help but shiver again.
"Strange," he looked around in puzzlement, "Although it's early autumn now, it doesn't make sense for the temperature to drop so quickly… I remember the sun was still scorching hot at noon."
"What we're feeling is not temperature, but the Yin energy." Lin Guo squeezed beside him and whispered, "Around the 15th of each month, the moonlight is at its peak, and the Yin energy is also at its strongest. Wizards are extraordinarily sensitive to Yin Yang energies, often perceiving them as external temperature."
"Yin energy." Zheng Qing gritted his teeth, looking involuntarily into the distance.
