Shang Xiangyu suddenly noticed several places where the writing was blurry; the light in the stone chamber was dim, making it even harder to distinguish.
Shang Xiangyu took the bamboo scroll outside the cave onto the large platform, pulling it apart with a rustling sound under the light of dawn...
Around Chen time, daybreak had been for a good while, Pan Yong hesitantly walked along the edge of the cliff to the outside of the large platform's railing.
Standing outside the railing, Pan Yong saw a person standing on the large platform, facing the white mist roiling in the valley.
The morning mountain wind filled his sleeves, yet that person remained still, their back desolate.
It was Shang Xiangyu.
Struggling flashed in Pan Yong's eyes, but he still climbed over the stone railing, watching Shang Xiangyu from a distance.
Shang Xiangyu stood with his hands behind his back, clutching a bamboo scroll in one hand as he watched the roiling white mist in the valley, silent.
