Thick night is like thick ink inkstone, deep and difficult to melt. Clean moonlight pours gently on the streets of Yanyang City. From a distance, it looks as white as snow, but there is a kind of place in the silver sparkling world.

There are bright lights on both sides of the Long Street. This street is called Xuanming Street, which is closer to the Palace. The streets are full of people and bustling as the day. At this time, Danxuan was walking slowly on this long street, but the mask on his face had already been torn off and thrown into the ancient precepts.

Remembering today's trip to the...