Everything was ready; all that was lacking was the east wind.
Shen Yun walked out of his cave residence. Warm sunlight spilled over him head-on, sweeping away all the dust and weariness accumulated from seclusion.
Within Bikong Valley, a clear breeze brushed his face, flowing springs rang ding-dong, and now and then birds skimmed over the treetops, leaving behind a string of clear and melodious cries.
As he was admiring the scenery, a graceful figure came from outside the valley, bringing with her waves of faint, delicate fragrance.
Seeing the white-clad figure ahead, Shen Qingruo's eyes lit up, and she quickly stepped forward. "Brother Shen Yun, you came out of seclusion?"
"Mm."
Shen Yun slowly nodded. His gaze lingered on her for a moment, and his brow lifted almost imperceptibly.
As though their hearts were connected, Shen Qingruo said softly, "During this period of seclusion, I already broke through to Nascent Soul Peak. It's just that I ran into a bottleneck, so I came out for a walk."
Hearing this, Shen Yun pondered and said, "Your aura is a little unsteady. Did you just exchange blows with someone?"
"Yes. Those great clan disciples are all very formidable, but somehow, I always feel they're still lacking something." Shen Qingruo pursed her lips.
The Ouyang Family had luxuriant branches and leaves, with no fewer than a million clansmen. To temper their juniors, trials were opened every day.
After learning of this, she had signed up, hoping to use it to find an opportunity for a breakthrough.
Unfortunately, Ouyang Yuanshan had long since given instructions, spreading word of her identity through the clan to prevent any blind fool from jumping out and offending Shen Yun.
As a result, everyone fought with their hands and feet tied, not daring to use their full strength