Under the night sky a crescent moon hung like a hook, its image distorted as it reflected on the calm river surface.
The boat quietly drifted downstream.
In a certain room, Chu Xiyue suddenly woke up from her meditation, her gaze shifting towards a particular direction in bewilderment.
Just now, she felt Gu Yang's aura rapidly weakened.
Her heart lurched, and she abruptly stood up, preparing to inspect the situation.
At this moment, a hand landed on her shoulder.
"Don't, he's cultivating."
Recognizing her aunt's voice, Chu Xiyue paused, "Cultivating?"
"He is practising the Shen Family's "Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens"."
Chu Xiyue replied, "The legendary martial skill stolen by the Shadow thief a century ago? I can't believe he managed to obtain it. But, why is he in such a state? Could he be demonized?"