As he reached the midway point of Yunxi Peak, the evening breeze brushed against his face, carrying the fresh, clean scent of the mountain's flora.
Yang Jing looked up to see the horizon painted in liquid gold by the setting sun. Hues of orange and red spilled over the clouds, flowing down the contours of the peaks and bathing the mountain's pine forest in a warm, amber light.
A gust of wind swept past the low bushes on the cliff's edge, sending dry leaves spiraling through the air. As twilight deepened, the entirety of Yunxi Peak was enveloped in the tranquil, gentle scenery of dusk.
The layout of Yunxi Peak was identical to that of Lingxi Peak. Outer sect disciples lived together in simple courtyards at the base of the mountain, while Inner Sect Disciples resided midway up the peak, their quarters far more spacious and elegant.
However, Sun Ningxiang's situation was unique. Ever since she had been accepted into Yunxi Peak, she had been deeply favored by Peak Master Yunxi.
