The full moon in late autumn is like a Moonstone with a light glow. It is cold and bleak. The bright white light pours in through the window like silk thread. Danxuan's clean face is warm and graceful against the moonlight.

With his hands quietly above his knees, some of Danxuan's beautiful face is indifferent. Danxuan now wants to adjust his state to the best, and then tries to condense the dark fire. In fact, for the strength and toughness of Danxuan's meridians, it is not very safe to condense Xuanhuo. But Danxuan urgently wants to have his own dark fire. It is necessary to refine and improve the strength...