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Under the blazing sun, Zhang Yu, dressed in white, stood quietly in a small courtyard built by a mortal.

With a wave of his hand, the sky changed drastically, the sun and the moon alternated, and the position of the original scorching sun was now replaced by a bright moon.

He raised his head, looked at the boundless starry sky, and murmured to himself: "Xue'er, have I fulfilled our promise? I think so..."