The moon shone over the inn on the porch of which sat a caster dressed in white hanfu. The blind man did not see the moon, but nevertheless his face was turned towards it. Hearing the sound of familiar footsteps, Daozhang Xiao couldn't help but smile. "And where are you going in the middle of the dark night, my little firefly?" If you thought you could get past Xiao Xingchen, you were wrong. He doesn't need sight to know where you are.