The moonlight was dim, like silver gray, casting shadows in every corner of the Celestial Cloud Path.
As this moonlight scattered, the entire Celestial Cloud Path seemed to be covered with a layer of silver frost.
At this moment, the inhabitants of the Celestial Cloud Path had already fallen into slumber.
A quiet and serene atmosphere enveloped the entire Celestial Cloud Path.
Qin An lay on the bed, his right hand resting at the position most convenient for drawing a knife at his waist, and he too drifted into dreamland.
His energy was slowly recovering.
Originally, Qin An thought this night would pass quickly in dreams, but unexpectedly, the night was far from peaceful.
A gentle voice sounded beside his ear, like sighs from a distant time, causing a ripple in Qin An's previously calm heart.
As if a pebble had been thrown into a still pond.
With the stone falling into the water, the next moment, the tranquil lake was completely disrupted by it.
