The sunshine in the valley seemed to have turned into a solid substance, enshrouding everything. The clouds parted in waves as if being disturbed by an oar. Most of the fog had dispersed, and only a small amount of mist remained between the cliff walls like smoke, floating through the sparsely-grown saplings.
The area just above the small cave jutted out a bit. The opposing cliff wall was far away, as was the bottom of the valley. Even with his excellent hearing, it took Fan Xian a long time to faintly make out the sounds from the bottom. Shangjing’s Brocade Guards were probably searching the bottom for the bodies of Fan Xian and Xiao En.
