The snow and ice atop the plains had finally begun to melt away.
As a swath of moonlight, akin to liquid mercury, cascaded from the sky, it once again enshrouded the land in a layer of silver.
In a mid-sized tribe with a population of a few thousand, the moonlight above a particular luxurious felt tent seemed to be even brighter than elsewhere.
Inside the tent, there were clearly no lights on, yet the moon's glow was like water, shining several times brighter than the outside.
At the center of the light sat Huang Wu, wearing a black gauze skirt, levitating in a cross-legged position.
Breath in—breath out—
A stream of cold, clear moonlight turned into a silver ray, falling into her mouth and nose. As she gently breathed in and out, it was as if a clear spring were flowing into her inner organs.
She glowed like a jade figure from within, radiating a luminescence.
