Moonlight flowed like water, enveloping the cluster of buildings built against the mountain.
The azure Glazed Tiles shimmered under the bright, clear moonlight.
Jiang Ning walked over the gray-white floor tiles, passing through the courtyard enclosed by corridors on all four sides as he headed toward the room ahead.
At this moment, All around was silent and still.
Only the occasional murmur drifted from afar, along with a few "cuckoo, cuckoo" birdcalls that sometimes came from below.
The deeper Jiang Ning went into Xiao Qiushui's sleeping palace, the more he felt the cold desolation of this place, devoid of any human warmth.
He shook his head inwardly, dispelled the stray thoughts in his mind, and silently approached the place where Xiao Qiushui was.
It was the main hall ahead, which occupied no small area.
Inside the eight-meter-high, open-ceilinged main hall, a woman in a white dress sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion.
Three inches before her chest, a small silver-white sword hovered in midair.
The small sword was about six or seven centimeters long, hovering before Xiao Qiushui as it trembled incessantly, emitting a faint Silver Light.
Behind her stood a woman's statue that seemed carved from white jade, radiating a bright glow in the dark and empty great hall.
It was the faint light reflected from the statue as moonlight above fell through the skylight onto it.
Suddenly, Xiao Qiushui opened both eyes, and her pupils instantly contracted.
She saw that at the entrance of the great hall at this moment stood a figure as tall and straight as a pine.
The night wind surged in through the entrance of the great hall, stirring that figure's black hair, while his robes also billowed with a whooshing sound.
"It's you!!" Xiao Qiushui's gaze turned grave.
Upon seeing Jiang Ning,