In the stillness of the night.
At the Human Immortal Platform within Wish Girl Gorge.
The cold wind howled as Zhang Rongfang looked up at the night sky, where a crescent moon hung like a hook and the night resembled a curtain.
"Tomorrow will be a fine day," he murmured softly.
In the distance, within the gorge, faint echoes could be heard of the sparring between Ding Yu, Qingsu, Chang Yuqing, and others.
The members of the Human Immortal Temple had gradually established a small village in the depths of the gorge, using caves as their dwellings.
Because there was no toxic miasma there, most people stayed active within the village.
However, those few he personally took under his wing still occasionally came to train near the Human Immortal Platform.
This group, having undergone transformation due to their bloodline, did not fear the miasma.
Feeling the night breeze caress his whole body, Zhang Rongfang's heart grew increasingly calm and peaceful.
