Master Changmei looked up, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Eighty meters ahead, there was a massive rock, and on top of it stood a half-meter-tall weasel.
The weasel's fur was shiny, without a single stray hair. Its two paws were clasped together, worshipping the moon.
Reverent and devout!
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