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"": "Dark clouds hung heavily overhead.
It seemed dawn would never break over Floating Tortoise Mountain.
Dark green moss grew everywhere.
From time to time, gray-black powder and fragments drifted through the air.
Only one place was different.
It was a stretch of riverbank.
One side of the river was gloomy.
The other, however, was bright and open!
The river was like a dividing line. Above its waters, the sky was clear and blue for miles!
A forest stood right beside the river, shrouded in dense fog. A path could be glimpsed through the mist. At times, it looked more like a crack in the fog.
Floating Tortoise Mountain was a sealed-off place, but this crack made it a little less isolated...
Or perhaps... the mountain was spreading outward and had already encroached on the riverbank?
Spirit birth and death; the gentleman walked the Way.
This was where Luo Bin had left.
Someone slowly emerged from the crack-like path.
He was a man in his forties, with a clean-shaven face that gave him an immaculate, spotless air.
His eyes tapered slightly at the corners, his cheeks were lean, and his gaze resembled a deep pool of clear blue water.
His presence was unfathomable, yet carried a faintly feminine softness.
Someone followed behind him.
A woman.
Huang Ying.
Huang Ying carried two packs on her back and another bundle in her arms.
She looked nervous and timid.
"Mr. Dai... are we... out?" Huang Ying looked dazed, scarcely able to believe it.
The man nodded and gazed at the broad river before them.
"This is a rift in Floating Tortoise Mountain, a trace left behind when the Blackblood Vine spread. The vine that grew beyond the mountain was taken too far away. If it had remained nearby, this