On Cold Mountain, clouds and mists swirled. Spiritual Qi surged like a tide, gathering toward a certain location within the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.
Ye Liyuan opened her beautiful eyes, an imperceptible tremor within her gaze.
She walked out of the courtyard and came to stand before Pei Yuhang, who was gazing out from the cliff's edge.
"Ah Han, is Yueqiu about to break through?"
Pei Yuhang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze profound. As he looked toward the distant center of the gathering Spiritual Qi, his eyes filled with undeniable tenderness and concern.
He nodded slightly, his voice low. "Yes... Liyuan, you felt it too."
Hearing this, Ye Liyuan turned her head and shot Pei Yuhang a look, her tone a mix of playful complaint and self-deprecation:
"Of course. I just lost my Cultivation, I didn't lose my memory. How could I not feel such an obvious and immense fluctuation of Spiritual Qi?"
