On the south side of Tianyan Mountain, Xuwang Peak resembles a mysterious fairyland hidden in the clouds, appearing and disappearing at times. The rolling clouds look like boiling ink, surging and tumbling, sketching bizarre and treacherous contours on the mountain peak. Hu Yuan stared at the hazy peak, feeling a familiar warmth in his palm—at some point, Xuanyuan Liting had tightly held his hand. Her fingertips were slightly cool, yet they exuded a reassuring strength, as if silently giving him support.
Hu Yuan turned to look at Cháng Mínghào and asked in a deep voice, "Junior Brother, can you still contact Junior Sister Su?"
Cháng Mínghào shook his head, his expression looking somewhat anxious, "I have tried contacting her several times, but there has been no response at all."
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