The autumn air was crisp, and the night sky seemed even more vast and clear.
The boundless night sky, dotted with stars, was embellished with mottled brilliance; a round moon hung in the sky, appearing both full and waning. The Milky Way stretched across the horizon, its faint halo dispersing, further enhancing the night sky's immensity and mystery, making it difficult for anyone to discern its unpredictable changes.
Little Monk Bu Jie stared at the night sky with utter concentration, the stars that flickered on and off reflected in his eyes, making them appear equally distant and mysterious.
Zhou Mu stood next to Little Monk Bu Jie, holding his breath and concentrating. The two of them, one tall and one short, both had serious expressions on their faces.
