September 19, Jinghong Peak.
On the edge of the cliff at the back mountain, a woman stood silently. She wore a long skirt interwoven with white and platinum, exuding an ancient elegance, her long hair black as ink, cascading like a waterfall, fluttering gently with the wind.
She wore a white veil over her face, making her appearance impossible to discern.
Those cold eyes were like a deep cold pool, showing not a ripple.
She quietly stood at the edge of the cliff, gazing at the mountain forest dyed red and yellow by the autumn wind, her eyes finally settling on the distant Emperor Village.
Was there some festive event happening in the village?
At such a great distance, even with her eyesight, she couldn't perceive the specific details.
But within Emperor Village, the atmosphere was filled with joy, people spreading the news, celebrating something, one string of firecrackers after another being ignited, having not stopped for a long time.
"Peak Master! Peak Master Qiao..."
