Ten days later, a Flying Boat descended onto the ruins of Chenxiang Hall.
Onboard, a young girl in pink saw the desolate mountain, where all she could see were broken bricks and collapsed walls. The once lush garden of green willows and pink peaches had been reduced to withered branches and dead leaves, as if it had been abandoned for ages. Her cherry-red lips parted in astonishment, her eyes filled with a dazed blankness as she murmured, "I've only been gone for two months, how has Chenxiang Hall turned into this..."
Beside her, a woman dressed in white, her delicate features like a carefully painted masterpiece, stood there motionlessly. She was like a lotus emerging from water, untouched by the mortal world. Yet her expression was calm as she said, "Sister Jiao, I see that the palaces on the other peaks remain intact. Why not seek out your fellow disciples to inquire about what occurred?"
