The New Path for The Two Poor Souls

Ming Yue stood alone in the moon chamber at the top of the Moon Palace, her long, flowing robes rippling slightly in the cool breeze that blew through the open balcony doors. The night was still, the air filled with a heavy sense of mystery, as if the very atmosphere of the heavenly realm was holding its breath, waiting for something. Below her, the vast expanse of the realm stretched out, but her focus was fixed on the moon that hung high above, a glowing silver sphere that bathed the world in its ethereal light.

She had not seen it like this in ages, and yet, despite the beauty of the celestial body, it now felt more like a reminder of the past, of things lost, and of choices she had made. Ming Yue’s gaze was unwavering, her thoughts as distant as the stars that twinkled in the dark canvas above.

"Zhong Kui.. I have come to this world and I know you have come as well," Ming Yue whispered, "I can faintly feel the connection between us."