"Ye Daozi, this way, please."
Du Haixian led the way, his smile warm and kind.
Before them, it was as if they had entered a new world. A rich, gentle aura of plant Vitality filled the air.
A small wooden pavilion came into view. Though it was night outside, within it was a world of its own—the sun shone brightly, birds sang, and flowers bloomed.
A clear stream babbled as it circled the pavilion, adding to the tranquil atmosphere.
"I've troubled you, Patriarch Du. Qingxuan is deeply grateful." Ye Qingxuan beamed, completely without suspicion.
She was inexperienced and naive.
She thought that by announcing her status as the Daoist of the Cyan Cloud Sect, Du Haixian would surely not harm her.
After all, this was the Daqian Empire, and her status was equivalent to that of a Prince.
But the moment she stepped onto Profound Cliff, the scenery before her changed abruptly.
"Hmph." Du Haixian grunted softly. The expression on his face shifted, the earlier warmth turning to ice.
