Shen Yue's mind consecutively envisioned the bright moon twice, not a red moon, but a white one.
The second time, not only did he see the white moon, but also a person beneath it, howling at the bright moon in the sky. The person's demeanor was desolate, his face contorted, as if he might transform at any moment.
Legend has it that there are werewolves in this world. On ordinary days, they appear as normal humans, but on the night of the full moon, they take on the form of a wolf under the light of the moon.
Shen Yue had always considered this to be nonsensical talk, but when the image surfaced in his mind, he felt that perhaps the legend had been propagated by someone who had witnessed such an extraordinary phenomenon.
Yet Wanyan Zonghan and Han Qixian had been discussing matters of Emperor Wanyan Sheng. Why would an image of a moonlit werewolf arise in his, Shen Yue's, mind?
Could it be... that the one about to transform... was Wanyan Sheng?