A quarter of an hour before the Xu hour, Hua Yan arrived at Wangyue Cliff as promised.
She found that this place truly lived up to its name. It was indeed an excellent place to admire the moon. Nothing obstructed the view ahead; a crescent moon hung high in the sky, casting its cold radiance from within heavy clouds.
Today was not a full moon, when the Essence of the Moon was at its weakest. Back in the East Sea, True Lord Longxiang would never have drawn down the Essence of the Moon for her under such conditions. Could the breathing method Song Changsheng had given her truly be effective?
Perhaps such profound and mysterious methods did exist in this world, but she found it hard to believe that Song Changsheng, who came from a barren frontier region, could possess one.
Even if he had truly obtained such a fortuitous encounter, would he really teach something so exquisite and precious to her so easily?
As she pondered this, she noticed a woman standing in the Square Pavilion ahead, staring unblinkingly at the distant horizon. Her back looked somewhat slender and lonely.
Song Qingxi seemed to sense something and turned around. Their eyes met, and she smiled slightly. "Are you Hua Yan, the fellow cultivator whom Uncle recently accepted as his disciple?
"I am Song Qingxi, Deputy Clan Head of the Song Clan. I handle the clan's affairs on Uncle's behalf. Uncle spends much of his time in seclusion, so if you need anything in daily life, you may come directly to the Hall of General Affairs to find me. Under normal circumstances, I will be there."
Hua Yan returned the greeting, her attitude somewhat cool. It was not that she held any opinion of Song Qingxi; she simply felt there