The ice blue blade aura crisscrossed, the molten rock fist roared, and the swift blade light flickered, drawing the attention of soldiers in the camp, their eyes filled with awe and longing.
Fang Qingyu brought Jiang Wei along.
They slowly paced along the outer edge of the super durable force field shield.
The light film of the force field emitted a faint energy glow in the dim light of heaven, like an invisible wall of sighs, dividing life from stillness.
"Xiaojiang," Fang Qingyu looked at the light film, his eyes like melted gold carrying a hint of inquiry, "There's a question I've never quite understood. Why is it that on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the activities of the Life Ghosts become so intense? Is there an inevitable connection between the two, or is it merely folklore?"
Jiang Wei was looking down at her tablet and raised her head upon hearing this, a trace of thought flashing through her clear big eyes.
