The three figures stepped out beneath the tranquil skies of Mount Skyhowl.
The air was heavy with spiritual qi, so dense it felt alive.
Tall trees swayed in rhythm with the flow of qi, and far below, the Fang clansmen moved like ants across newly formed terraces.
Fang Yuan exhaled, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.
"This," he said, spreading his arms as the mountain breeze swept past them, "is where those Feng bastards used to live. Amazing place, right?"
Fang Jingyi blinked in awe, her earlier tears forgotten for a moment as she inhaled deeply.
The richness of the qi nearly made her dizzy, it was thick, pure, and alive with spiritual essence.
"Heavens…" she whispered. "The qi here is... it's incredible!"
She turned eagerly, clutching Lin Zhaoyue's hands.
"Isn't this amazing, Linlin? With this kind of qi, you can cultivate so much faster! Maybe you'll even recover your memories!"
Lin Zhaoyue blinked once, her serene smile softening her features.
