Moonlight cascaded like a stream, enveloping the complex of buildings leaning against the mountain.
The dark blue glazed tiles shimmered under the bright moonlight.
Jiang Ning walked on the gray-white floor tiles, moving through the courtyard surrounded by corridors on all four sides, heading towards the room in front.
At this moment.
Everything was silent.
Only the occasional whispers drifting from afar, and the intermittent "cuckoo, cuckoo" birdcalls from below.
Deep within Xiao Qiushui's sleeping chamber, Jiang Ning even more acutely felt the chilly emptiness devoid of human presence.
He shook his head quietly, dispelling distractions, and silently approached the place where Xiao Qiushui was.
The large main hall ahead.
...
In the eight-meter-high vaulted main hall.
A woman in a white dress sat cross-legged on a meditation mat.
Three inches in front of her chest, a small silver sword hovered in mid-air.
