Inside the room, Su Shi'er's voice came to an abrupt stop, with only its lingering resonance faintly drifting through the air.
Ning Caiyun too wore an expression of unfulfilled longing. She sighed helplessly, lamenting only that time was too short.
"Senior, it must be Pavilion Master Nangong and the others."
Taking a deep breath, Ning Caiyun temporarily suppressed her surging realizations, swiftly composed herself, and quietly spoke to Su Shi'er.
Su Shi'er lowered his eyes slightly, his expression as still as an ancient well. He merely nodded faintly to indicate that he understood.
Only then did Ning Caiyun walk to the door and open it.
"Caiyun, what happened? Why did you suddenly send word for me to come at once... Hmm? Senior Su?
Nangong Yi pays her respects to Senior Su."
Nangong Yi entered from outside. The moment she saw Ning Caiyun, she could not wait to question her.
The message had merely said there was an urgent matter of utmost importance and that she had to come in person.
Yet it had not mentioned what the matter actually was.
Knowing Ning Caiyun's character well, Nangong Yi had been puzzled but did not dare take it lightly. She had immediately left the Moon Palace and rushed to Wangyue Star.
Before she could finish her question, the corner of her eye caught sight of a figure within the room, deep and still as an abyss, towering as a mountain, with an aura concealed within.
In that instant, Nangong Yi was struck as though by lightning, frozen where she stood.
She was more familiar with that figure than anyone. Even after the passing of years, that bearing—calm as an unfathomable abyss—had long been engraved upon her heart.
After a long while, she came to her senses, hurried forward, and respectfully bowed to