This Yue Chan was strikingly different. Her aura was terrifyingly powerful, her flesh immortal and her bones like jade. Her dark hair flowed freely, and divine radiance enveloped her entire body. Her beauty belonged to no mortal world; she was poetry and painting come to life.
Her eyes shone brilliantly as she glided over like a fairy skimming the waves. Looking at the fool standing there in a daze, she felt both embarrassed irritation and a trace of inexplicable delight.
"Ahem... I'll look now." Lin Fan carefully examined that stretch of memories, but everything there was shrouded in mist, blocked by the power of time.
Still, he saw a pair of eyes, unfathomably deep and filled with the vicissitudes of ages, as though they could see through the past, present, and future.
Lin Fan's heart trembled, for those eyes also turned toward him, as though they had seen him in this lifetime. They met his gaze, loneliness lingering within them.
Was that myself?
In the end, he withdrew from Yue Chan's sea of consciousness, his emotions tangled.
"What did you see?" Yue Chan asked.
Lin Fan shook his head and sighed softly. "It belongs neither to the past nor to the present. It disrupts yin and yang and throws time into disorder. That imprint is destined to remain unseen."
"Let's go. It's time to head down the mountain." With that, he took the lead and walked downward without lingering.
Yue Chan watched his retreating figure with unease. For a fleeting moment, it overlapped with that indistinct silhouette, sending a shock through her heart. Then she followed him.
The two descended swiftly, racing like the wind and lightning, far faster than when they had climbed. It took them little time; in just one day, they reached the foot of the