A streak of white lay across the vast heavens. Even the snow above the clouds was soft and gentle, as though the wind might push it away at any moment.
Cloud Kingdom was not a land of cold, yet Snow-Holding Peak alone remained unfrozen year after year, standing apart amid the sea of clouds.
Ye Qingyu sat hugging her knees at the cliff's edge, quietly watching ripples pass through the cloud sea.
She now liked to wear white as well. A jade hairpin secured her Daoist topknot, and her flowing immortal robe unfurled like clouds parting.
Without a trace of makeup, she resembled a young nobleman adrift in the dusty world.
Her brows and eyes were cool and distant, as though she had never been touched by the mortal realm.
Yet in her hand... she also held a copper coin from the mortal world.
Her right arm lay across her knees, her fingers merely spread open like the branches of a lamp carved from white jade.
The copper coin, round outside and square within, mottled with traces of dust, was like a candle flame of the human world, quietly spinning between her thumb and forefinger.
A fine rain drifted through the sky, shrouding it like a gauzy veil.
Someone lifted the curtain and entered.
"I guessed you'd be here." The young True Lord spoke softly, as though afraid of startling a wrinkle into this painting.
He approached with slow steps through the void, his movement technique still carrying an immortal grace, his eyes yet like tranquil waves. He trod upon the high heavens without daring to disturb the wind; he walked through the cloud sea without stirring a single cloud.
Ye Qingyu closed her hand around the spinning coin and looked up at him, as though that single glance had