Led by Xun'er, Xiao Yan and the others did not head to the reception area the Ancient Clan had prepared for guests. Instead, they stopped before a quiet bamboo house deep in the mountains.
The night was like water, cool moonlight pouring down and draping the entire mountain range in a veil of silver.
At the heart of the mountains, magnificent palaces rose and fell in clusters. Beneath the moonlight, they resembled slumbering ancient beasts, exuding an age-old and majestic aura. Most of those halls were brightly lit at the moment. These past few days were a festive occasion for the Ancient Clan, and lanterns and decorations filled every corner in celebration.
Yet the peaks far from those palaces were exceptionally tranquil, free of any clamor, as peaceful as a hermit's retreat.
The first ray of dawn tore through the darkness and spilled over the horizon. The Ancient Sacred Mountains, silent throughout the night, became lively in an instant.
Figures streaked across the sky, while festive gongs and drums rang throughout the mountains.
"Creak."
The tightly shut door slowly opened, and Xiao Yan, now dressed in neat clothes, strode out. He glanced over the clearing before the house and saw that Han Feng and the others had already been waiting there, leaving him somewhat embarrassed.
"Xiao Yan-gege, did you rest well?"
A soft laugh came from beside him. Xun'er approached with a smile and naturally smoothed the wrinkles in Xiao Yan's clothes with her hand, looking as gentle and considerate as a little wife.
If the other Ancient Clan members had witnessed this, their eyes would probably have turned red. Over the years, Xun'er had always appeared before them as an untouchable goddess untouched by worldly affairs. How could they have imagined that seeing the goddess in their hearts