Late at night.
Yue Wuhua looked at the tightly shut doors of the cave dwelling before her.
With some annoyance, she smacked her forehead.
Ye Xiaoyao might not have been asleep, but it still would not be good to knock again and disturb her.
A cool, clear laugh suddenly echoed through the mountain forest without warning.
Yue Wuhua instinctively looked up and saw the maiden in white seated in the fork of a tree branch. Her breathtaking profile, like that of a deity, shone in the darkness like bright moonlight.
There had originally been no moon in Supreme Heaven.
Yet Yue Wuhua saw in this other maiden the same elegance and cool detachment she possessed herself.
Otherwise, how could people say that these two could get along so well and become intimate boudoir friends?
"Too late by one step." Yue Wuhua laughed at herself.
With a light leap forward, she landed on the fork of another branch.
Their temperaments appeared similar, yet they were fundamentally different.
Ye Qingxian's temperament leaned more toward gentleness—a divine maiden's tenderness within her cool aloofness, capable of bestowing blessings upon all living beings. Yue Wuhua, on the other hand, was purely indifferent, equally detached toward everything in the world, like snow piled upon an eternal glacier that never melted.
In Supreme Heaven, she had always been decisive and ruthless in battle. Her sword had been stained with countless lives, inspiring endless awe.
But Ye Qingxian was different.
She was the compassionate divine maiden whom the world truly trusted, one who could scatter light across the earth through absolute fairness.
No one would ever believe that she would slaughter the innocent.
"You can't disturb her rest." Ye Qingxian did not look at her close friend beside her. Her eyes held only the shadows of the trees