The moon was resplendent in the sky, as clear as a jade realm.
Thin clouds wrapped around an azure sky devoid of clouds, with the bright moon stretching its beams, casting a myriad of gleams over the vastness.
A gentle breeze lightly caressed, sweeping up the mountain mist, dispersing the killing intent atop Jade Maiden Peak.
"Rong, what are you looking at?"
Master Bu Jie, carrying a water-ground staff, came to Zhao Rong's side and followed his gaze toward the pathway of Remorse Cliff, but he saw nothing.
"Nothing much." Zhao Rong smiled in response.
You move so swiftly. Still, gazing at me like that, you can hardly conceal anything from me.
Although I didn't see the face clearly, it must have been Elder Feng.
Hehe, respected elder, we've just had a brief encounter, so it seems only fitting that I disturb you a bit.
With this thought, Zhao Rong felt particularly jovial.
The elder must be quite frustrated, hiding away and eating melons, only to be found out.
