The sky was neither fully dark nor fully light, the sound of the mountain monastery's bell echoed through the clouds and mist,
The moonlight gently spread along the ridge like a layer of silent white gauze, covering the branches of the pine trees as well as the distant river valley.
Yin Tingxue ascended the mountain path, with Zhou Yitang in front of her and Senior Sister Lu Ying behind her.
The night mist rose from the mouth of the valley, gently brushing over the desolate post road. A thin layer of frost had just formed on the stone steps, and with each step, there was a soft, crisp sound. This place was quite high, allowing a view of the snowy mountains in the distance.
The wind blew from behind the mountain, carrying the scent of melting snow, so cold that it seemed to slice through one's breath, yet in the next moment, it quietly blended into the warmth of the sleeves.
