The desert in the night was very cold. Without any wind, the dust stirred up in the daytime slowly settled to the ground, leaving the air very clean.
The stars in the night sky were so densely packed that they seemed unreal.
Xining Village was only several hundred li from the Cloud Grave, so it was often foggy. As a result, Chen Changsheng had only seen this sort of starry night in the wilderness on his journey back to the south with Su Li.
The bright starlight shone on the desert. The invisible star radiance was also somewhat more concentrated, falling on the needle between his fingers and providing the best cleansing method.
"Turn around," Chen Changsheng said to Zhexiu.
Zhexiu turned around, not asking why.
These sorts of words had been spoken many times in the Orthodox Academy and the Mausoleum of Books, so he was very familiar with the procedure.
A needle was slowly thrust into Zhexiu's neck and then began to tremble in Chen Changsheng's fingers.
