Small Gu Peak, Cold Moon Pavilion.
Shen Xuan raised his eyes, gazing distantly at the bright moon in the sky.
Like a silver plate, scattering countless silver rays.
People now can't see the ancient moon, yet this month once shone upon ancient people.
Shen Xuan felt a sigh in his heart, stepped forward, and knocked on the Cold Moon Pavilion's door.
The maid guarding the door was startled awake.
"It's late at night, the Pavilion Master is already asleep. Visitors, please leave."
"Could you please report that Shen Xuan requests to see Junior Sister Qin?"
Hearing Shen Xuan's name, the maid was suddenly awakened, her voice much more polite.
"Oh, it's Shen the Direct Disciple. Please wait a moment, I will go report to the Pavilion Master."
Evidently, the name Shen Xuan held special significance in the Cold Moon Pavilion.
It wasn't long.
The door of the Cold Moon Pavilion gently opened.
