Three months had passed since the shifting shadows of the Northern Continent were left behind, and Shangguan Mu'er and Ling Luochen went into seclusion.
At this moment, the air within the Conferred Pagoda's northern branch had grown heavy, saturated with a static tension that made the very stones of the fortress hum.
Those elders and old Cultivators who were cultivating in their caves suddenly woke up and stared at the sky, their expression solemn.
Just then, a massive, violent fluctuation of Qi suddenly erupted from the high-altitude residence of Shangguan Mu'er, a shockwave so potent it dispersed the surrounding clouds for hundreds of miles.
In an instant, the afternoon sun was blotted out as the sky itself darkened, turning a bruised, sickly violet.
At this moment, Shen Haoran and Qing'er were sitting under the swaying, silver-leafed branches of a massive willow tree in the Pagoda's private gardens.
