Westward bound, they approached the Temple of Light, nearest to the sun.
As the setting sun slanted in the sky, upon high cliffs that soared into the clouds, there stood a palace, exquisitely crafted as if by supernatural artisans.
The woman lying in the ice coffin had a lifelike visage, tranquil as if she was a painting.
Inside the great hall, it was dead silent when suddenly, her eyes snapped open, dazed at first before clarity returned, and she blinked.
A deep-seated hatred burst forth from her mind, swiftly spreading through every vein.
"Yan Wanqing, you never expected this, did you? I have returned... This time, it's a fight to the death!"
...
Meanwhile, Yan Wanqing leaped down from a windowsill, stealing the show before leaving with her entourage.
She had completely forgotten about Huai Yu, who was still sitting in the teahouse.
