At the foot of Cloud Bamboo Mountain.
Beside a cliff.
A woman in a black robe stood desolately, her head lifted toward the full moon in the sky.
Her entire body was cloaked in a black robe, and her face was covered by a cold, eerie mask. The mountain wind blew, causing the robe to flutter against her body, revealing a graceful silhouette.
However, the woman seemed to be shrouded in a chilling, gloomy aura, even the bright moonlight could not illuminate her.
After a long time, she let out a soft sigh, her voice uncharacteristically gentle and soft instead of hoarse.
The mountain wind blew through the bamboo grove, the rustling of bamboo leaves sounded like the commencement of dance music.
Ling seemed to remember something, her red lips under the mask slightly pursed, and her body began to sway gently.
For a moment, her long hair danced, her waist swayed, and her feet seemed to tread on ripples.
