Azure Cloud Sect, Crimson Cloud Peak.
This peak stood at the westernmost edge of the mountain range. At sunset, rosy clouds draped it like blazing fire, hence its name: Crimson Cloud Peak.
Amid a peach grove atop the mountain stood an ancient, unadorned wooden building—the Falling Wind Studio, Li Feihuang's residence.
It was the fourth month, with bright sunlight and a gentle spring breeze.
Great swathes of peach blossoms swayed in the wind, white whiter than snow, red like fire—brilliant, enchanting, and dazzling to the eye.
Veiled by peach blossoms, the wooden building appeared all the more ancient and secluded. Yet spiritual light from talismanic inscriptions occasionally flashed across its surface, lending it an added touch of mystique.
It was Gao Xian's first time visiting Falling Wind Studio. Seeing the peach blossoms in full bloom, he could not help but feel ashamed. Whenever he missed Li Feihuang, he would summon her to meet him, yet he had never taken the initiative to visit her.
It had been so three thousand years ago, and it was still so three thousand years later.
Just from the scenery of Falling Wind Studio, he could tell that Li Feihuang had her own breadth of vision. She was no longer the awkward young girl she had been three thousand years ago.
Dressed in fluttering azure robes, Yun Qingxuan stood beneath a peach tree, quietly watching Falling Wind Studio before her.
Her expression was peaceful and gentle, but divine light gleamed in her bright eyes. She was clearly using a secret art to observe the situation within Falling Wind Studio.
Yun Qingxuan and Li Feihuang had gone to the East Sea together. Having shared both sweetness and hardship, they were deeply bonded.
When Li Feihuang sensed the eruption of the heartfire tribulation, she had only sent