"I was guessing." Xu Yourong gazed towards the distant horizon that was muddled with the twilight and snowflakes, her small face revealing a faint sense of longing. "Since such powerful figures as Teacher and Martial Uncle decided to leave this world, besides a place of legends like the Sacred Light Continent, where would they go?"
Chen Changsheng fell silent, then asked, "How do you get to the Sacred Light Continent?"
How do you get to Fortune Peace Road? How do you get to the Bridge of Helplessness? How do you get to the Orthodox Academy? How do you get to the Li Palace? How do you get to the place that exists only in legends?
This question was truthfully rather preposterous, but his expression was very serious.
Xu Yourong was also very serious. She diligently recalled that conversation the Divine Empress and her teacher had when she was small.
After a very long time, a little unsure, she spoke two words, "Cloud Grave?"
