The moonlight was gently captivating.
The vast sea was incredibly calm, with a solitary island suspended above it. A man sat at the edge of the island. He wore a bamboo hat and was cloaked in a large cloak. His face under the hat was half exposed, revealing his unkempt beard.
If Chu Liang were here, he would recognize this man. It was Immortal Qi Jing, who he had seen once before.
By his side, lay a white-purple coffin that gleamed like jade. A closer examination revealed that the grass and soil around this white coffin emitted a faint frost. The material this coffin was made from was clearly ice!
The man looked up at the sky.
He was gazing beyond the moon.
A crescent moon hung at the horizon, casting a faint and graceful shadow, like an unparalleled beauty dancing elegantly.
Somehow, as he watched, the beauty's shadow gradually drew closer. With the windy flutter of her long sleeves, it appeared to be right before his eyes in a blink.
It was not an illusion; she had arrived.
