The new moon is bright, casting a layer of bright silver light on the deserted night.
The overwhelming momentum, mixed with the vast and pure power of the ancient times, surged out from the ancient green fir tree pointing straight into the sky, oppressing people. Two graceful figures stood quietly under the tree. One dressed in green and the other in ink, they all blended in with the trees and the night, making them look a bit ethereal and a bit illusory.
"The time has come, it's time for you to leave." Qing Yi glanced at the man in ink-shirted clothes standing opposite, with his hands behind his back, paused, and then lightly advised: "No matter how hard you try to escape, you will never be able to break away from the shackles of heaven and fate. Accept your fate." Moshan snorted and retorted disdainfully: "I believe in fate, but I don't accept it. , God's work is not what it is? I have no control over my destiny!" Qing Yi looked at the man's back and walked away, and murmured to himself: "The wheel of fate has turned, and the road ahead will never be as smooth as before. I only hope that you can still stick to your own way and move forward courageously."
The strong wind suddenly passed over the ancient branches, drowning the traces left by the visitors, covering up everything...