On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, under a pale moonlight, Master Muyun—cold and imposing like a moving glacier—descended from the mountain to his familiar inn. He chose a quiet corner, sipping wine in silence, savoring the rare peace amidst the mortal world.

Suddenly, Muyun noticed a young child standing quietly in the shadows, with clear eyes and an aura of pure spirit energy. This child possessed a rare high-grade spiritual root, a potential to reach the realm of immortality—an extraordinary rarity in the cultivation world. Muyun observed with a flicker of curiosity, yet his expression remained calm and impassive as a still lake.

Without a word exchanged, only his piercing gaze met the child’s unconscious admiration. That Mid-Autumn night passed in silence, filled with mysteries neither could yet understand.