Taiyin Star!
In the hazy moonlight, pure as water, the sacred osmanthus tree swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound now and then. A figure stood beneath the tree, their aura obscure and indistinct.
Ye Xuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, three thousand strands of black hair cascading down his back. A gust of wind made his hair flutter, and it was unclear what was on his mind.
Taiyin Star, the osmanthus tree, Guanghan Palace!
When these three names were linked together, an image of a person emerged in Ye Xuan's mind. His eyes were slightly vacant, and the silhouette deep in his mind became increasingly vivid.
"Am I thinking of her?"
Gazing at the starry sky, the heavens sprinkled with stars, Ye Xuan murmured to himself, a hint of bewilderment appearing in his eyes. This plunged him into deep thought.
