Clouds shrouded Wutu Peak, with sunlight darting through the pale white mist. The young man in black exhaled slowly, his spirit mechanism and spiritual energy rushing into his mouth like the surrounding fog, eager and mysterious.
"Hoo…"
Sitting on a large bluestone beside him was a woman of stunning beauty, clad in jade armor, with a spear lying across her lap. Her delicate jade-like hands held a light-colored jade slip, from which she read intently, its corners finely etched with a few small characters.
"Feather Breaker Spear"
The woman silently mimed the movements with her hands while the young man let out a breath, exhaling a white mist. His eyes snapped open to the slowly rising morning glow, his expression full of worry:
"The ancestor has been gone for several days now, and we haven't heard a single piece of news."
Li Qinghong placed the jade slip down and picked up the spear on her lap, leapt off the bluestone, and said in a muffled voice:
