Morning mist wrapped in damp chill swept across the flying eaves. The vermilion gates of the Holy Monarch Cult sub-branch loomed indistinctly in the fog, resembling the half-closed eyes of a giant beast.
Gu Qinghuan's boot soles crushed the moss on the stone steps, making a faint cracking sound. She reached behind and pressed her hand onto Pi Yanlin's shoulder, her blade tip gently tapping the spirit screen on the right—beneath the cascading wisteria flowers there, half a cyan-gray hem of a garment flickered past.
"Bai Qi is gone." Pi Yanlin touched the half of the Jade Talisman inside his tunic, his fingertips brushing against the residual morning dew trapped in the carved grooves. "He said, 'Wait for us at the main altar.' His voice melted into the fog, like it was seeping up from beneath the earth."
Chapter 68