Bathed in the soft elegance of the moonlight, Qin Sang found himself momentarily dazed.0

How can such a woman exist in the mortal world?0

Even after witnessing the shifting tides of the world, she remained detached, as if she belonged in the Moon Palace, keeping company with an ever-burning lamp, untouched by worldly affairs.0

Standing before her, Qin Sang inexplicably felt a sense of shame and unworthiness.0

He was, after all, a man of this turbulent world.0

Having seen the Luan transform from a wooden carving to a living being and back again, Qin Sang couldn’t help but suspect. Is this woman also one of Granny Jing’s creations, carved into existence?0

But after seeing her in person, he wavered.0

How profound would a puppet technique have to be to create someone this real, this perfect?0

"It is me," the woman said softly, nodding in acknowledgment.0

Even her voice had changed. Though still carrying...0