Years later, when confronted with the Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Bird bearing scripture before him, Zhao Qingyi would recall the tranquil evening in Du You City. He remembered sitting under the eaves with two of his beloved, childhood friends, eating grapes and admiring the moon, discussing the theories of Saints and thieves vanished with the distant autumn wind.
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At this moment, under the eave of the back house at Qinglian Inn on Wutong Street.
Amidst the autumn breeze, Zhao Rong briefly halted his chewing cheeks without taking three breaths, he resumed his chewing, only much slower this time.
Because the scene before him at this moment dazzled him, making it hard for him to look away.
What fell into his sight was Qing Jun, who seemed different.
This night the sky was starless, a lonely moon that had hung in the Nine Heavens for ten thousand years, like a giant silver wheel, was inlaid three feet above her head in the night sky.
Under the moon.
