The boundless sea of white fog clouds turned into a single wave, washing over the land, mountains, and rivers before finally surging toward the ocean.
Before the Great Yue royal mausoleum, within a pine forest.
A hand slowly picked up an exquisite black veil from the ground.
One corner of the veil bore delicate willow-leaf patterns, and a faint fragrance still lingered upon it.
Wei He looked at the veil in his hand and had already recognized it as the personal belonging of his Eldest Senior Sister, Yuan Du Zi.
Without a word, he raised his head and gazed through the forest toward the distant mausoleum complex.
Having just endured the sweep of the Void Mist, traces of threadlike fog still lingered everywhere.
Behind him, Princess Han Quan slowly approached, looking at him with some concern.
"This is where the Linglong Tower should be, but there isn't a single person around."
The two were at least several kilometers away from the mausoleum. If anyone had been there, they should at least have been able to see signs of human activity from here.
Yet as they stood there, not a single person could be seen in the surrounding area.
Wei He's gaze fell upon the enormous royal mausoleum at the center of the complex. Upon it was a pattern he knew quite well—a Taiji Diagram.
It was also the emblem of the Daoist Sect.
For such an iconic pattern to appear in a place like the Great Yue royal mausoleum gave one much to ponder.
"Let's go closer and take a look."
Wei He wrapped one arm around Han Quan, then leaped into the air. Like a sharp arrow, he shot toward the Taiji Diagram.
Because of Han Quan's physical limitations, he could not move too quickly. Even so, it did