Across the Xiuxian Continent, everyone else looked up at the bright, clear moonlight with a growing sense of joy, while the children in the streets ran about together in a blur of excitement. Holding bamboo dragonflies in their hands, they chased one another, singing and shouting with carefree abandon:
"The moon is curved, the moon is curved, hiding its face and shunning the dark clouds."
A young man with a simple mind murmured, "Tonight's moonlight is so beautiful, just like that fairy." A goofy expression remained on his face as his thoughts drifted into wild fantasies.
Chapter 51