The countless beautiful stars in the dark night sky made one's heart tremble. The light silvery light splashed across the crescent-shaped sea below the mountain, reflecting the countless twinkling eyes. The grass by the lake was soft. The wind was gentle, like the quiet words of a person in a dream. Countless tents spread deep into the grasslands from around the crescent sea. The faint sparks of firelight reflected the stars in the sky, The herdsmen's tents were dark and bathed in the light of the stars.
Fan Xian's hand holding the round tube froze slightly as he watched without moving the movements by the King's tent on the banks of the crescent sea. It was not until a long time later that he put down the round tube. Lowering his head and tucking in his knees, he sank deep into thought.