Emerging from his Inner World, Wu Ling looked first to the moon, seeing the red shadow retreating and the silvery hue of the natural moon regaining primacy. The surrounding mountains still carried a hint of the dark orange glow but only the snowy peaks and the reflective surface of the lake still clung to the bloody light of the eclipse.
"My turn to say congratulations on your breakthrough," Su Xiang said with a smile. "Middle-stage Aesthete within a single moon of awakening. I doubt there are many Artists in all of Silver Sword City who could boast of that kind of accomplishment."
