In the cold, dark narrow streets of the moonlit realm, people flooded the streets returning home and discussing their thoughts and pouring out their feelings about the recent play they watched.
My Pale Life and Rough Waters.
It was unusual as after the play, the people started noticing a few unsettling moments.
''I am telling you, Zhangwei. I saw it with my very eyes. Miss Bai Shui's eyes were colorless for a moment. I was really scared of even reacting.''
A man dressed in poor clothes told his best friend, whose appearance was a bit better than his. Their wives, sisters and other members of their family trailing behind both immortal heads, also having something to say about how they felt about the play.
Zhangwei shook his head as he moved, bringing his hands under his chin as he stroked in it deep thoughts and suspicion.
