Night fell quietly. Misty Cloud Mountain's towering peaks hid in the darkness, while tiny lights dotted its slopes like fireflies.
At the summit of Misty Cloud Mountain, the vast sect stood tall. Beneath the hazy veil of night, it resembled a savage beast crouching there, faintly radiating an eerie pressure that made one's hair stand on end.
Deep within the Misty Cloud Sect, inside a secluded hall, soft lamplight swayed in the breeze. Its faint glow enveloped the hall, driving away the cold that lingered within.
The enormous hall stood empty. Only the figure in white robes at its center lent it a trace of life.
Yun Yun sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion. Her beautiful, dignified face was clouded with sorrow, her brows tightly knitted. An air of despair and desolation faintly radiated from her.
Fewer than three days remained until the wedding date her master, Yun Shan, had set. As time slipped away, Yun Yun could not calm her frantic heart. Before, faced with Yun Shan's demands and considering the Misty Cloud Sect's future development, she might well have agreed to this marriage alliance. After all, she had once devoted her entire heart and soul to the sect, giving little thought to herself. But after that journey to the Black-Corner Region, how could she possibly marry Gu He?
Desolation and despair filled Yun Yun's beautiful eyes. Her fair, slender hands clenched tightly, her sharp nails digging painfully into her palms. A moment later, her gaze, which had grown unfocused amid her churning thoughts, suddenly sharpened. She looked toward the door, her brows tightening as she demanded coldly.
"Who's there?!"
"Ah, to think your senses would still be so keen even after Old Sect Leader Yun sealed your Dou Qi."
As Yun Yun's shout faded, a helpless sigh, tinged