The dense Cloud Sea envelops the heavens and earth.
Between the peaks, two shadowy figures, one in front and one behind, silently move forward.
Yin Yan gazes at the slender figure ahead, her eyes obscure and unclear.
Indeed, there is nothing left for me to lose. If I can do something, perhaps when we meet again beneath the Nine Springs, it will provide you with some solace.
Qingshan...
Yin Yan raises her head, gazing at the sky's Cloud Sea.
I have encountered the child of your old master, this youth... seems to be doing something extraordinary.
If you were still here, surely you would follow him.
After all, you revered Sect Master Qiao so much, willing to lay down your life. Now that you are not here, let me walk this path for you!
"Bingmu Divine Mountain..." Lu Ran halts his steps, gazing southeast, vaguely seeing the outline of the mountain.
He dares not get too close, for observation is mutual.
