C172 Debate

A peculiar red glow suffused the sky, casting the moon in a crimson hue as though stained with human blood.

Ye Yun was familiar with the concept of a red moon only from novels, where it was invariably a harbinger of ill fortune. Instinctively, his brow furrowed in concern.

"It looks like something significant is on the horizon," Leng Wuyan murmured to herself.

Ye Yun glanced at her