Yangyang looked like the busiest person all day long, and no one ever asked where she was going. She often tore around near the cave dwelling, running wild.
Yangyang didn't go anywhere in particular. She just basked in the sun in all sorts of places.
She loved sunbathing, and loved taking little naps even more.
Curling up under the sunlight was especially comfortable.
Bright Moon Peak.
I returned to Bright Moon Peak, but my mood was entirely different this time.
People still came and went nearby, only now they seemed even more hurried.
Bright Moon Peak had to be the busiest peak.
Yue Wuhua appeared before me.
Her robes were somewhat disheveled, and stained with blood. It looked as if she had come out to greet me on purpose.
Her gaze lingered on my face, and in the end, she let out a slow sigh.
She was probably the person with the deepest understanding of what Ye Qingxian had been doing lately.
With Ye Qingxian holding the line at the front, Wuya Sect's second echelon could practically slaughter the enemy. No matter how many opponents came, the result was the same.
Ye Qingxian. What a terrifying name.
Just having the courage to draw a sword against Ye Qingxian was enough to make someone a prodigy remembered by all.
But then Ye Qingxian's brain suddenly short-circuited, and she became someone who only had eyes for Junior Sister. She did nothing all day except orbit around her, watching to see who might covet her Junior Sister.
That had caused the pressure on the front lines to surge, forcing Yue Wuhua to fight several people by herself.
It was only because she had two question marks above her head—talent dozens of times greater than an ordinary prodigy's—that she hadn't fallen on the front