After carefully sealing Zhao Rui Chen's remains into a clean Qiankun pouch, the two quietly gathered the rest of the scattered belongings.
Langtian tied the pouch securely to his waist, letting it rest against his hip like a solemn weight. His expression stayed somber the whole time, his eyes dark with thought.
"Let's go," Yue Ling said softly. "There's another place I want to show you."
Langtian gave a silent nod, and they began to walk.
The valley air was damp and heavy. Mist clung to their robes like cold breath, and every step they took echoed faintly along the uneven, rocky path.
They passed the quiet lake once more, its dark surface rippling faintly under the weight of mist. From there, they followed a small path winding toward a narrow mountain pass. Two cliffs loomed overhead, leaning toward each other as if trying to close in, forming a natural corridor of stone.
Yue Ling took the lead, her pace steady and sure.
