Elegant terraces and winding corridors lay amid flowers of every season, blooming in a riot of purples and reds. Immortal vines twined around them, spiritual blossoms spilling their fragrance. The spiritual energy of the greenery was gentle and pure, without a trace of the Ghost Realm's cold killing intent. Instead, it was even more serene and sacred than an Immortal World cultivation sanctuary.
Considering where they were, this place was so normal that it was abnormal.
Yun Ruyi stepped forward. With her movement, Lin Muyao's view grew clearer.
At the very center of the garden stood an octagonal jade pavilion.
Light gauze hung on all sides, and behind its curtains sat the hazy figure of a woman.
Lin Muyao could not make out her face. She could only vaguely discern long hair hanging loose, with one hand seemingly resting at the edge of the table.
A breeze passed, lifting the gauze curtains, and a gentle woman's voice drifted out.
"Dear sister, you've come."
"It's been so long."
Yun Ruyi stopped amid the garden's spring splendor, her eyes curving into crescents.
"Yes, madam. The last time we met was all those years ago, when we crossed the Nether River together."
"Hehe."
The woman behind the gauze chuckled softly, as though recalling something.
Yun Ruyi smiled, making no sound to interrupt her.
The woman behind the curtains lifted her gaze. What seemed a casual glance instantly sent the entire Ghost Realm receding through her eyes.
Her gaze swept past Worrying Infant Ravine, crossed the Fallen Ghost Plains, and passed over Rotting Moon City, traversing countless mountains and rivers and piercing layer upon layer of ghostly mist.
At last, it settled gently on the black-robed figure seated in the White Bone Graveyard.
On the wasteland, Yun Qing had been sitting at ease, surveying