Ye Jiu's iron staff flashed before disappearing into space, her hands tightly embracing Sikong's neck, relishing the sensation of flying through the air.
Ye Jiu had no idea where they were, only that it was beautiful.
Moonlight spilled like silver across the land, the surroundings pitch black, dotted with stars in the clear sky.
Below, there was a field of grass.
Around them, gaps wrapped in vines clearly marked a surrounding wall, and beside a stretch of lake water in front of them, there was a vine-entwined cave. Ye Jiu looked bewilderedly at Sikong Mo, who had been silent since their arrival, "Young Master Sikong, this place is..."
"This used to be my favorite place when I was a child," he said. He just hadn't come here anymore.
Ye Jiu was indifferent, not understanding why Sikong Mo suddenly mentioned this.
Time passed, and Sikong Mo seemed to be reminiscing about the past; Ye Jiu did not dare to speak, but then he suddenly said, "Let's start."
