As the morning light thickened, the thin mist over Wuyun Mountain separated into five distinct colors, making the narrow path leading to the grave seem like a route to the underworld from afar.
Watching the gloomy ancient trees lined on both sides, Nalan Xie felt inexplicably uneasy, as if he really was walking a path to the underworld, and could not help but stop in his tracks unconsciously.
"What's wrong, Nalan?"
The young girl walking ahead looked back at the man, her slender waist twisting slightly as she turned, forming a raw yet enticing curve.
Nalan Xie furrowed his brow, shook his head, and smiled, "It's nothing."
He looked towards Zhang Que'er backlit by the light.
Although emanating an unripe scent, her tender slenderness was something mature women could not exhibit, a trait unique to a girl in her blooming years.
Nalan Xie moved closer to the girl, looked at her pure and fresh face, and asked with a smile, "Didn't you like the rouge I gave you last time?"
