As Zhao Yi began the ritual, Yao Qing arrived at the entrance of West Mountain.
To avoid being watched, she bypassed the way station at the foot of the mountain, taking a long detour around the mountain before entering the pass.
The terrain of West Mountain is treacherous, with only one path in and out.
Standing at the entrance, Yao Qing gazed into the distance toward the forest, seeing only a series of ridges enveloped by mist.
Finding someone here is as difficult as fishing for a needle in the sea!
Yao Qing, feeling helpless, found a cave for shelter from the wind and rain, waiting quietly.
Gazing at the towering peaks before her, she couldn't help but waver again.
The mountain is so high—could anyone really survive a fall from such a height?
Yao Qing had already lost hope, but Zhao Yi spoke with such conviction.
This kindled a spark of hope in her heart!
What if?
Fortune favors the bold!
Perhaps Jing'Er could also turn misfortune into fortune!
