The Celestial Spring Peak is shrouded in mist, the sound of flowing springs resembles the gentle notes of a zither.
An ancient pavilion stands by the cliff, with copper bells hanging from its corners, occasionally stirred by the mountain wind, emitting ethereal chimes.
"Yun Yao."
Gazing at Yun Yao's hidden letter, Lin Chang'an, dressed in snow-white robes with cloud patterns subtly embroidered with silver thread at the hem and sleeves, couldn't help but smile.
Yun Yao's letter was simple, mentioning her significant advancement in cultivation over the years, with her strength within the Demon Cult just below the old demon.
The last four words, "hope you find peace," swept away Lin Chang'an's years of worry.
Then came the letter from Old Hu.
The initial content amused Lin Chang'an, but the latter part made him increasingly solemn.
"The Demon Beast Abyss is indeed turbulent."
