At night, after the rain ceased, the temperature began transitioning from summer to autumn.
The sun had set, yet the sky wasn't fully dark, a bluish hue with the moon hanging on the horizon.
At this time, the moat around Ming City had a touch of ancient boundless romantic scenery—provided there was no accompaniment of square dancing to the tune of ""Lotus Pond Moonlight"" by Phoenix Legend.
Amidst the faint sounds of ""I'm like a fish in your pond ~,"" Yang Qinglan walked into the siblings' yard.
Li Qianxia, dressed in a sports tank top and shorts, wielded a blood-colored steel spear with a casual single thrust, tearing through the air with a valiant grace, appearing both like a dashing female knight and a modern vital maiden.
Li Changzhou performed a handstand, this time not on a single finger, but with his entire right fist planted into the ground, exuding an aura as if to pierce through the earth.
"Qing Lan!" Li Qianxia greeted her upon seeing her, retracting her spear.