And that large moon, nearly touching the grasslands, seemed to stand still, its faint reflection revealing the slightly distorted silhouette of a loving couple.
While Shen Zhou and Xue Lixue were immersed in endless bliss within that mysterious grassland, striving for their next generation, a shadowy figure at Xue Manor darted like a specter, pressing tightly against the wall.
This was a man in his thirties, shrouded in form-fitting black clothing.
Lean and gaunt, he clung there, motionless.
Two cars passed by nearby, completely oblivious to his presence.
At first glance, he was nothing but a shadow.
His unique attire made even his silhouette unrecognizable.
The intruder tilted his head slightly, pressing an ear against the wall as if to pick up sounds from within.
Then, a sly smile crawled across his face.
From his mouth, a voice barely audible murmured,
