The night sky of early summer is beautiful.
There was not a single cloud floating in the sky, and the stars flickered like crystals, shining with emotionally moving radiance.
Sandalwood crickets appeared on stage to take over the place of the dragonpill crickets, and they sang their emotional songs in the grassy bushes, creeks and tree branches.
The Gu Yue Village was radiantly lit, as if it was reflecting the bright starry sky.
One by one the dark green bamboo houses stood in the night wind, and beneath the star dome it had a tranquil and peaceful ambience.
Fang Yuan was not in the village now, but he had snuck into the secret cave among the rock cracks.
He half-kneeled on the ground, his hand caressing the image wall, his palm emitting a lump of blue-coloured moonlight.