The long night was silent, and a chill breeze blew over the mountaintop.
It gently brushed the hillsides, and the large trees on both sides swayed with the wind, as the silver moonlight softly cast down.
The young man, with a sword hanging at his waist, held a flask of cloudy wine and sat on the hillside, facing the chill wind, sipping the cloudy wine bit by bit.
Under the spicy alcohol, the young man's heart warmed up a little.
Chu Yang looked down at the wanted poster in his hand, and he was still utterly confused.
"What do I have to do with the Saintess of the Immortal Spirit Sect? Why are all the major cities in the Extreme West Region issuing a warrant for my arrest now?"
"You might have been framed," the Reincarnation Elder remarked with a sigh.
Having been through many trials and tribulations in his life, he could often see things clearly at a glance.
"I can go explain to them," Chu Yang said solemnly.
