At the foot of Sacred Source Peak, clouds and mist curled through the air, and ancient trees stood lush and verdant. A quiet stone path wound through the forest, leading deep into the mountains.
Mo Lin and Yao Yao strolled side by side.
Mo Lin wore a spotless white robe, its hem fluttering gently in the breeze, accentuating his tall, upright figure and ethereal bearing. Yet, upon closer inspection, one could see an extremely faint chaotic radiance circulating around him, as though some ancient power within his body was slowly awakening.
Yao Yao held the lazy Tun Tun in her arms. Her dark hair flowed like a waterfall, and her profile looked cool and untainted amid the hazy mist. The two enjoyed this rare moment of peace.
"Though Sacred Source Peak has thin Genesis Qi, its surroundings are tranquil and suited for your quiet cultivation." Mo Lin turned to Yao Yao, his tone carrying a gentleness even he had not noticed.
He could sense that the long-dormant Reincarnation Immortal Body within him seemed to be unsealing ever so slightly faster in this peaceful environment.
Yao Yao nodded faintly, her cool eyes sweeping over their surroundings. "Mm. It's better than that noisy Spirit Pattern Peak."
As they spoke, the clouds and mist at the bend ahead suddenly surged. A hunched, aged figure appeared there soundlessly, like Gui Mei.
He held an old bamboo broom in his arms. His face was covered in wrinkles, and his eyes were cloudy, making him seem like an ordinary old servant guarding the mountain. Yet the manner of his appearance was deeply strange.
Mo Lin halted, his pupils contracting almost imperceptibly. Even with the perception of his Immortal Eye, he had failed to notice this man's approach at once! This old man was anything but simple!