A rift a hundred li long cut across a range of mountains.
The rift was dark and bottomless, yet it gave off a considerable amount of spiritual energy.
Song Wen stood in the air above the rift, his robes snapping in the mountain wind.
He turned his hand over and took out a formation disk. After he cast several spell seals into it, a ray of spiritual light emerged from the disk and settled over him.
Song Wen slowly descended into the depths of the rift.
Suddenly, the spiritual light around him flashed, and he passed through an invisible barrier.
A short while later, he had descended a hundred li and reached the valley floor.
The valley floor was long and narrow, barely a li wide, yet it concealed a world of its own, with several wooden buildings.
Every building was grand and imposing, exquisite and magnificent, like a royal palace.
A beautiful female cultivator flew out of the tallest building. When she saw Song Wen, the delight on her face abruptly froze.
"Who are you? Why are you in Cloud Creek Valley?" the beautiful cultivator demanded coldly.
Song Wen had been surveying his surroundings. At her words, he turned his gaze to her.
Her face was as lovely as peach and plum blossoms, her skin snow-white, her lips crimson, and her figure alluring.
Her neckline hung half-open, exposing her smooth, snowy shoulders and the white flesh of her chest.
Her slender legs flashed through the slit in her gauzy skirt.
Golden bells at her ankles swayed gently, giving off faint, clear chimes.
What a bewitching vixen, overflowing with seductive charm.
"You're Guan Lin?" Song Wen asked instead of answering.
The woman's willow-leaf brows shot up. "Who exactly are you? This is Lord Kang Shi's cave abode. Leave at once!