After crossing the falling mountain door, they reached the front of the main hall bathed in a soft yellow glow from a broken lamp. Mu Yun Le felt like she just walked into day from midnight.
The light was not very bright and among the lonely mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles, the light seemed small and lonely. Although the view in front of them was somewhat blurry and hazy, compared to the pitch black darkness and pouring rain, it was warm, peaceful, and bright. Multiple lotuses dotted and covered rays of light, surpassing the bath of sunlight, it made one feel a sense of cheerful goodbye.
Du, du, du…
A feeling of harmony overcame Mu Yun Le. Being born in the Huan Hua Sect had always made her charming, ranging from having a "Killing a man at every ten steps, showing no mercy" chivalrous attitude to a "One cannot forget some things even after a decade" reminiscing attitude.
Clean.
