Next day, early morning.
It wasn't until the sky began to lighten that Xiao Yi left the peak of Sword Mountain.
He spent the whole night gazing at the night sky.
Stars and the bright moon, all within sight.
He watched the stars fade and dim with the thinning night, watched the night reach its peak of intensity just before dawn, and the stars shine their brightest.
Until the moment the first light appeared, the radiance of the stars faded completely.
He also watched the moon slowly drift across the night sky, seemingly following the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, descending in the west and welcoming the sunrise in the east.
After a night of gazing, Xiao Yi felt indescribable.
Only in the cold and solitary night did he feel somewhat warm.
As if... he had found a hint of something he had long been away from and sought for a long time... a certain feeling.
...
In the spectators' stand.
When Xiao Yi arrived, there were few people in the vast spectators' area.
