The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
At the foot of the sparsely populated Qinling Mountains, the bright moonlight drapes over the earth like gauze. Even without streetlights, one can roughly make out the surroundings.
What's more, having become a Beastmaster and eaten several Spirit Fish, Chen Yuan's eyesight is much better than before.
Walking at night is now effortless.
Chen Yuan and Zhang Hao crouched on the balcony of Uncle Zhao's second floor, turning off the lights, silent and unmoving, seemingly merging with the night.
From this angle looking down, one can see the anxious Gray-armored Wild Boar and the tall Luminous Fruit Tree.
The night seethes, and time flows.
...
In the ink-black night sky,
a reddish-brown figure sliced through the night, gliding silently into Uncle Zhao's farm like an apparition, completely silent.
