'Her aura is a bit chaotic. It seems she's run into quite a bit of trouble.'
Jiang Lan stood atop a mountain, his robes fluttering. With a bearing as elegant as jade, he clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at Ling Zhuyun in the distance.
Upon sensing the disturbance in her aura, a warm and brilliant smile spread across his face.
Then, a finger on the hand behind his back made a light gesture. The once-quiet ground began to rumble and tremble faintly. The earth's veins hummed, essence energy flared, and streaks of blood-red light swiftly vanished, fleeing deep within the ley lines.
Only after doing all this did his figure vanish from the spot.
Not far away, Ling Zhuyun was dressed in a white skirt as pure as snow, looking holy and otherworldly. Her jade-like face, veiled by a light gauze, held a cool and composed expression, her gaze as calm as still water.
Her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, reaching all the way to her waist.
