The moonlight was cold and clear. Before Jade Moon Lake, Dan Ji stood quietly, gazing at the chill moon in the heavens, her expression calm, her eyes pale as autumn waters.
Among the Nine Heavenly Concubines of Yin Gui, all possessed beauty unmatched in the mortal world, and Dan Ji was no exception. Now that she had laid down conflict and scheming, her bearing had gained several traces of serenity.
With a creak, the door opened. Qing Ling stepped out, looked at the woman ahead, and walked over.
"You have just lost all your cultivation, and the poison in your body will be even harder to suppress. You need more rest," Qing Ling softly reminded her.
Dan Ji came back to herself and smiled faintly. "It is alright. I know my own body best. The poison of the Yellow Springs Pill has no cure. Let me spend these remaining days as I please."
Qing Ling sighed inwardly. "I have yet to ask your name. Dan Ji should not be your real name, right?"
Dan Ji smiled. "Murong."
"A compound surname?" Qing Ling asked in surprise.
"No."
Dan Ji shook her head. "My name is simply Murong."
Qing Ling nodded lightly. "Murong, could you tell me more about the Heaven Mending Pavilion you mentioned before?"
At those words, Murong's body trembled slightly. She gradually relaxed, then said, "I do not know much about the Heaven Mending Pavilion either. I only know that it is an extremely ancient great sect, with countless powerful experts. Over the past centuries and millennia, its disciples have rarely appeared, but whenever an heir of the Heaven Mending Pavilion walks the world, they are invariably heaven-favored prodigies of astonishing talent, terrifyingly strong."
"What relationship does the Yin Gui Sect have with the Heaven Mending Pavilion? Why did