In a manor somewhere in France, a lady in white stood gazing at the bright moon in the night sky, her eyes filled with boundless sorrow. Her long white silk dress draped loosely, giving off a hint of languor. She held a glass of red wine in her ivory-like hand and gently took a sip, placing it to her lips. The bright moonlight bathed her, creating a picturesque scene that captivated the imagination.
Suddenly, the hall's door swung open, and a woman in a white bodysuit swiftly approached and knelt on one knee behind the lady, saying respectfully, "Lord Moon God, the Netherworld King has been attacked by assassins in Huaxia."
"What? Is he alright?" A flicker of concern and shock crossed the lady's usually imperturbable face.
"He's fine. He killed all the assassins in retaliation. The people from the Moon God Temple have already traced the assassins," the woman reported, her face eternally impassive.
