The world grey even darker at night. The sky above was a boundless expanse of black, and it was like a huge black hole.

Yang Ye rested his figure against a large tree and Nan Shuang was by his side. Her figure was resting against the tree as well, but her head had somehow ended up on Yang Ye’s shoulder.

Yang Ye remained silent as he looked at the sky.

At this moment, he thought of many people. Su Qingshi and the others within the Primordial Pagoda, he thought about Xiao ...