The moon falls and the sun rises, unchanged since ancient times.
The sun and moon remain calm and unwavering, but people are not content with such simplicity and always seek some novelty.
Shen Yue listened to the noise outside the window and slightly opened his eyes.
He had returned to Niannu Pavilion yesterday and meditated throughout the night without lying down, yet when he opened his eyes, there was a hint of divine light.
It is said that the mundane world hinders enlightenment, but if one's heart is as bright as the sun and moon, it merely illuminates the shadows of the mundane.
Before the storm arrives, there is always a moment of tranquility.
He was waiting for this storm.
In the storm, others are confused, but he can see the ghosts and spirits normally unseen.
Hearing the faint footsteps downstairs, Shen Yue raised his voice, "What's the matter?"
