The silver moon hung high, its light bright and pure.
Jiang Baiye, clad in white, otherworldly as if dust-free, carried the Divine Sword on her back. The cool, tender moonlight adorned her, ethereal as if untouched by the mundane world, resembling a Fairy descending from her moon palace, dreamlike and illusory—a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
"Why did that bastard Han Li move to Yonchang Manor?"
In the distance, Chengsheng Mountain came into view, and Jiang Baiye's expression grew complex as she lightly bit her red lips.
During her time at Canghai Sect, she had kept tabs on the Han Mansion's relocation, eventually learning it had settled at Chengsheng Mountain within Yonchang Manor.
The spiritual energy at Yonchang Manor was thin, the poorest among the twenty-eight provinces of Yuanzhou, and Chengsheng Mountain was the place where the energy was most sparse in the manor.
