C78 Even a master of nine or five is afraid of suffering

The moonlight quietly climbed up to the treetops and dutifully illuminated the small land beneath his feet.

Xu Shilian folded the slip of paper and placed it on top of the candle.

The person behind him whispered, "Master."

His voice couldn't be considered as loud, but the person being called reacted in an instant. Turning his head to look at him, he gave an unknown "En"