The iron rod at the head of the bed trembled, emitting a faint sound.
The moonlight was gentle like water, spilling softly across the smooth floor, casting the silhouette of a slender and graceful figure.
Su Youzhu stood silently in the doorway, wearing a pink nightdress, quietly watching him.
She covered her lips with her hand, soundlessly.
Her vision gradually blurred.
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The mountain peaks shrouded in year-round blizzards vanished amidst the mist and clouds. A steep mountain path led deep into the snowy expanse, resembling a seemingly infinite road to the heavens—one wrong step would lead to eternal damnation.
Dimly, eagles could be seen circling within the wind and snow, their eyes blood-red, shimmering with streaks of crimson lightning.
Snow pines swayed among the cliffs, accompanied by the howling sound of sword wind.
Someone practiced swordsmanship between the cliffs, sword qi roaring across the air, shattering rocky debris.
