Cranes dance elegantly, accompanied by auspicious clouds, sunlight filtering through the mist creates a hazy glow.
On the clear morning of Yuqing Mountain, the sun pierces through the mist, refracting a mellow radiance.
But amidst such a picturesque scene of the immortal abode, there hangs a forbidding atmosphere over Yuqing Mountain, the more silent it is, the heavier the hearts of the people.
Yuxuan's gaze pierced through the fog, looking at the sky that had turned an eerie blood-red.
This red was deep, almost black.
A red aura signifies great fortune, but extremes lead to reversals, fullness leads to loss, and red turning deep turns black.
Today, the people of Yuqing Mountain will encounter an opportunity, but this opportunity seems more like a disaster of bloodshed.
Yuxuan's expression was inscrutable when he suddenly heard Yuquan beside him ask, "Senior brother, did you really not notice anything about Yuheng, Yuzhen, and Yuzhu?"
