She seemed to have anticipated his arrival, remaining as calm as a still water.
Chen Yi slightly lowered his gaze, striding forward.
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The moss-covered path beneath his feet twisted and turned inward, leading to an old pine tree under which stood a pavilion made of bamboo.
Compared to the previous majestic atmosphere, this place was especially tranquil; turning one's head revealed towering azure stones in the distance, the creek winding around them, flowing from afar to pass by the verdant bamboo pavilion.
Zhou Yitang had always loved silence, but this level of quietness inevitably made people feel eerie.
Chen Yi was originally worried there might be an ambush along the way, so he stayed close to the Twin Yin Lords and somewhat distanced from Zhou Yitang, but upon reflection, he realized he was overly concerned.
