Song Ciwan walked out of the Yellow Mansion Cave Mansion, holding the white goose.
The sky had grown dim, and a light snow drifted through the air.
Towering Wangjiang Mountain was shrouded in a blanket of white mist. Amidst the flurrying snow, the mountain trees remained as verdant as ever.
Treading on the light snow, Song Ciwan descended the mountain.
Along the way, she encountered a few other Cultivators who were also renting cave mansions on the Yellow-grade mountain. Among them were Martial Artists and other Cultivators. Some were heading up the mountain, others were heading down.
This time, without needing to deliberately use the Side Door Taoist Skill, Measurement System, to gauge them, Song Ciwan could roughly sense the strength of their Cultivation!
—This was the magic of Spiritual Sense.
