Yinyue floated amidst the swathes of light and dust. She remained the same as when I last battled her: white hair, golden beast-like pupils, clad in moon-white clothing, as if she were still a young girl immersed in her studies.
In my memory, Yinyue was always wickedly charming and mysterious, full of cunning schemes and exuding an air of composed confidence. Yet, now she appeared to have lost that leisurely poise. It was as if she had woken from a deep sleep at home only to find, to her shock, that her house had somehow been torn down while she slept. Her face was etched with confusion and astonishment, as though she was doubting whether she was still dreaming.
During my last fight with the Ancient Moon God, Yinyue should have been awake—I vaguely sensed her spying gaze from within the mist. Perhaps sensing a crisis upon my arrival near Moon Concealing Mountain, she decided to speed up her recovery from injury by entering a temporary slumber.
