At night.
A cold, lonely moon hung high in the sky, filtering through the gaps between the branches of the mountain forest trees, casting patches of light down below.
Yuan Ming sat cross-legged in a spot touched by moonlight shadows, his palms touching at their roots, one hand pointed to the sky, the other toward the ground.
A hazy moonlight enshrouded his body, different from the surroundings, with a misty, veil-like light persisting around him, refusing to dissipate.
At this moment, his brow was deeply furrowed and beads of sweat rolled off his forehead, as he seemed to be straining in an attempt at something.
However, after a moment, his eyebrows relaxed, and he suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of weariness.
