C221 The Starmoon City

The architecture of Wamashara gleamed as brightly as ever. At the heart of the altar, a faint blue flame flickered, now only half a meter tall, yet still casting its glow on the surrounding buildings.

Starlight sparkled, converging from every direction. The first rays of dawn bathed the square, where Mo Sheng, as was his custom, arrived at the Holy Altar and gazed reverently at the bonfire