Perhaps... An Jing can accomplish many things. Things that neither I, my master, nor my grandmaster can do, even things that no one else can achieve.
Mou Yunying hopes that all of this could have a good ending.
It's just a pity that, whether it turns out good or bad, he won't be able to see it.
Lowering his head, he gazed at his water mirror, which displayed the time: the first half of midnight. Soon, a new day would arrive, and the grand ceremony was about to begin.
Steeling his mind, taking several deep breaths to keep himself in perfect condition, Mou Yunying prepared to head out.
He was going to do what he must... to struggle for an almost impossible good conclusion.
...
Moonlight filtered through the tree trunks and hanging branches, spilling into the garden on the back mountain of Rising Light Peak, where Universal Brightness True Lord was tending to the spirit flowers and strange herbs.
