The peak of Crane Cry Mountain was covered with a thick growth of pines and cypresses. Accompanied by the springs that flowed from the roots, the droplets fell upon the limestone, tinkling softly, creating a serene and elegant landscape.
Fairy Yue Chan smiled as she faced Shi Hao, showing not the slightest sign of hostility. Standing here conversing with everyone, her voice was gentle and magnetic, captivating the hearts of all who heard it.
"The Saintess Fairy Yue Chan wanders the world, bright and clear as the moon; who could possibly confine her?" someone praised, yet the words carried a different undertone, slighting Shi Hao with a hint of provocation.
After all, many people had heard the "rumor" which had now been proven to be false. To speak such now was to belittle Shi Hao's strength.
