A landscape of fluctuating, pitch-black valleys—it wouldn't be entirely accurate to call it a valley, as all around were stones cut horizontally, looking at first glance as if flat stones were stacked together in layers.
However, his attention was immediately drawn to the source of the sound.
It was a woman with fair skin and white hair, dressed in a dark red robe.
She appeared to be in her early twenties, with cold and stunning facial features, a gloomy expression, eyebrows like distant ink strokes, and eyes as deep and mysterious as a pool.
With a chilling, indifferent gaze mixed with a hint of curiosity, she glanced over.
The dark red of her robe seemed like the color of dried blood.
In such contrast, the woman's somewhat sickly skin appeared even more pale.
She was seated cross-legged on a flat stone platform.
There was no sign of any cultivator activity around her.
