"..."
"..."
Tap... Tap...
The faint echo of Bai Yujian's footsteps filled the silence, each step measured, each tap like a drumbeat announcing Su Xiaobai's impending doom. He trailed behind her like a criminal on death row, his thoughts swirling in evil.
Her last words, "We need to have a proper... conversation," hugged to him like a leech, sucking away any hope of this being just another casual stroll.
'What kind of 'conversation' needs a scenic hike up the sect's grandest peak?' he wondered bitterly, his gaze drifting upward.
The grand staircase stretched endlessly into the heavens, lined by waterfalls that shimmered like liquid jade—pretentious, and entirely unnecessary, just like most things in this world.
"Where are we going?" he asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
Bai Yujian moved with her usual unhurried grace, her parasol swaying lightly in her grip.
She gave no answer.
