C997 A Predestined Fate

The moon hung high in the sky as the crowd slowly dispersed, leaving the moat in peaceful silence.

About ten miles from the city, an old man stood on a bamboo raft in the middle of the moat, using a long pole to gather all the floating lanterns into a net. As the lanterns piled up, their flames were extinguished by the water.

On the riverbank, an elderly woman pulled up the net