A bright moon hung high, casting its pure light, covering the mountain ridges, filling the ravines, and dyeing the entire forest land a pale silver-white.
Qin Ming was lost in thought, could it be an illusion appearing at death?
This is definitely not a Moon Worm suspended, as it's far more brilliant than the Strange Insect on the Black and White Mountain.
The night fog swirled, but not too dense, moonlight like water pouring down, making the wild mountains appear as if a thin smoke had risen, with a kind of simple, hazy beauty.
"I'm already dying, no mood to enjoy the scenery." Qin Ming propped himself up, loosening the umbrella bag on his body, yet he couldn't help wanting to take a closer look at this land.
For those living in the dark world, seeing the moon was indeed too rare!
