The night was growing deeper, and bonfires were lit in the southern area of the Cloud Sea Cliff's forest.
The aroma of roasting meat, accompanied by bursts of cheerful laughter, lingered among the trees.
From time to time, beautiful songs would drift into the night.
A warm and harmonious atmosphere that clashed with the cold and cruel Holy Spirit Mountain.
At the dimly lit edge of the sea cliff, a man and a woman stood apart from the noisy crowd, one in front of the other, listening to the waves whispering against the shore.
"Hoo~"
The sea breeze gently caressed He Yingcai's long hair.
"This place is special." She closed her eyes with enjoyment, "Even the air feels different."
"In the Mountain Realm, perhaps only the Sect Leader would dare to establish a stronghold by the sea." Yu Changsheng replied softly from a few steps behind the woman.
At the mention of Lu Ran, a faint smile appeared on his face.
