Sparring

"Last night, the weather was quite nice, but today, a little fog has risen." An Yang sat lazily in the pavilion, also wearing the Green Jade Ancient Sword at his side like the Shu Mountain disciples.

"The fog on the mountain is indeed unsettling. If you're not careful and take a walk outside, your clothes will be soaked through." Li Yingqi gazed into the distance, her delicate features charming and pleasing. "But the morning fog isn't entirely without benefits. Look over there—there's a halo of Buddhist light."

An Yang turned to look and, sure enough, saw a halo of Buddhist light hanging far off on the horizon, radiating a colorful glow. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Beautiful!"

He glanced at Li Yingqi and praised it as such.

The Buddhist light was actually a type of solar halo that appeared at the mountain's summit. It required overcast weather, usually around sunrise, with both clouds, mist, and sunlight present. Only exceptionally good luck would allow one to see it.

Sunlight shone across the surface of the clouds and mist, forming rings of solar halos through diffraction and diffuse reflection. Sometimes, when someone stood with his back to the light and looked toward the Buddhist light, the sunlight would cast his shadow onto the clouds. The tiny ice crystals and water droplets within the clouds would form a unique circular rainbow that happened to envelop the shadow's head, making it look just like a bodhisattva descending into the mortal world.

Li Yingqi leaned against the somewhat rotten wooden railing. She gradually withdrew her gaze from the Buddhist light, looking somewhat troubled. "There's something I can't conveniently tell anyone else, so I could only come to you."

Hearing this, An Yang turned to look at the tall, slender woman, whose appearance easily inspired affection. Knowing