The cold wind blew through the withering leaves, and the flowing water sobbed.
The world was enveloped in serene silence.
Above Baiyue Cold Pond, everything remained as before.
Where the anomaly of the Three Wolves Worshiping the Moon had disappeared, a patch of deep blue now appeared faded, as if the color had been washed out, staining that area.
It was like a pair of malevolent eyes peeking into the secrets of the human realm.
Zhou Yan occasionally glanced at those eyes, his expression one of ease and complacency.
Unrestrained, he knew no fear. He did not leave directly but waited here instead, for the enemy to come knocking.
Anyone who wanted his life would ultimately lack the patience to wait in such a place, in a spot where he was alone without anyone else.
Zhou Yan sat cross-legged above the Cold Pond on a ridge, gazing into the distance, his mental state tranquil, his heart as serene as Superior Water.
"Come out now, what are you waiting for?"
