At dusk, Shen Xiheng stood atop the newly completed Zhaixing Pavilion, tilting his head towards Jiutu and furrowing his brows to ask, "What mysteries exactly does the Zhaixing Pavilion hold?"
Jiutu laughed sarcastically, and said lightly, "Mr. Shen should have heard those eight words."
Shen Xiheng nodded slightly and recited the eight words, "Moonset Star Fall, a sign of great misfortune."
This phrase had troubled him for many days, and now seeing Jiutu bring it up, his eyes lit up slightly.
Jiutu smiled and said, "Does Mr. Shen know what this phrase actually means?"
Shen Xiheng thought critically to himself, If I knew, why would I ask you?
Jiutu and that Saintess both speak in a cryptic manner, always circling around before they clarify anything.
Knowing Jiutu's style well, he directly said, "If I'm not mistaken, the 'moon' mentioned here refers to Luoyue Country, and the 'star' naturally refers to Zhaixing Pavilion."
Jiutu nodded, "Correct."
