At the summit of the Sacred Tower, clouds and mist swirled. A bluestone path wound ahead, leading into unknown depths.
Mo Lin carried the still soundly asleep Zi Yan and held Little Lingxi's hand as he stepped onto the path.
The path was not long. A moment later, the view suddenly opened up before them.
An ancient stone pavilion stood quietly at the edge of a cliff. Within it, a graceful figure in white reclined against a stone chair in a lazy posture.
Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her profile was breathtakingly beautiful. She held a jade flask in one hand and a jade cup in the other, pouring and drinking by herself. The mountain wind brushed past, sending her robes fluttering like an immortal maiden in a painting.
Who else could it be but Yao Yao?
"Sister Yao Yao!" Little Lingxi's eyes lit up as she cried out happily.
Mo Lin paused, looking at the beauty in the pavilion, who was leisurely drinking as though she were in her own backyard. The corner of his mouth twitched.
They had fought for their lives below and braved raging torrents to reach the summit, while she had simply run straight to the finish line to drink!
"Miss Yao Yao?" Mo Lin walked into the pavilion, his tone carrying a trace of helplessness. "How did you get here? We were just down there..."
Hearing him, Yao Yao slightly turned her head. Her cool eyes swept over Mo Lin, Zi Yan in his arms, and Little Lingxi whose hand he held. A flicker of understanding passed through her eyes.
She set down her jade cup and lazily stretched, revealing her perfect curves. Her voice was casual. "I don't know either. After the Azure Torrent rushed down, it somehow swept me