Moonlight flowed like water, shrouding the cluster of buildings built against the mountain.
The azure glazed tiles gleamed beneath the bright moonlight.
Jiang Ning walked across the gray-white paving stones, passed through the courtyard enclosed by covered corridors on all four sides, and headed toward the building ahead.
At this moment.
The surroundings were deathly silent.
Only the occasional whispers drifting over from afar, and the occasional calls of "cuckoo," "cuckoo" from below, could be heard.
As he ventured deeper into Xiao Qiushui's sleeping palace, Jiang Ning felt even more keenly the desolate chill of a place utterly devoid of human presence.
He silently shook his head, dispelling the stray thoughts in his mind, and soundlessly approached Xiao Qiushui's location.
It was the large main hall ahead.
Within the main hall, whose ceiling soared eight meters high.
A woman in a white dress sat cross-legged atop a meditation cushion.
Three inches before her chest, a silver-white little sword floated in midair.
The little sword was roughly six or seven centimeters long. It trembled continuously before Xiao Qiushui, emitting a faint silvery radiance.
Behind her stood a sculpture of a woman that seemed carved from white jade, casting a brilliant glow through the dark and empty hall.
It was the faint light reflected from the moonlight streaming through the skylight onto the statue.
Suddenly.
Xiao Qiushui opened her eyes, and her pupils abruptly contracted.
At the entrance to the hall, she saw a figure standing as straight and tall as a pine.
The night wind poured in through the hall entrance, tossing that figure's black hair and making his robes billow loudly.
"It's you!!" Xiao Qiushui's gaze turned grave.
The instant she saw Jiang Ning, she understood why she had felt that something was off all day, and why her right