Mythical Sound Pavilion, Bamboo Moon Lake.
The early morning sunlight pierced through the clouds and streamed through the skylight, shining upon the white jade steps in the pool garden.
Scattered beams of light floated and gathered, forming orderly white columns.
Under one such column of light, a tall figure clad in a mysterious black Taoist robe stood there, basking in the warm sun.
By his side was a beautiful woman in a Qingluo palace dress, her stunning features and enchanting demeanor arresting to behold.
A man and a woman.
They were none other than Hong Yuan and Ye Zhuyin!
At this moment, they were admiring the beauty of the lake, deepening the connection between them.
"SWISH-SWISH—"
Suddenly, a flock of white swans flapped their wings on the lake surface, flying towards the west, causing the lotuses on the lake to sway.
Ye Zhuyin watched the white swans disappear into the west and seemed to think of something, her mood becoming somewhat melancholic.
