As they left the stone cave, the night deepened.
The clouds outside the mountainside were turned pale white by the moonlight, while the distant Flowing Cloud Peak was overwhelmed by layers of cloud seas, resembling silent snow waves.
The two walked side by side through the clouds, Chun Yangzi's red gold Taoist robe reflecting a faint glow, the robe's surface fleetingly displaying three thousand characters of the Pure Yang Pill Scripture. Ning Zhuo, dressed in white, followed half a step behind, his expression calm.
No words were exchanged along the way.
This silence was different from before.
