The night seemed pressed down by an invisible, giant hand, and the cold moon hung alone at the peak of a sea of clouds. Chilly silver radiance poured down like a waterfall, draping the forest in a thin veil of frost and filling the entire woodland with a mysterious and frigid atmosphere.
In the ancient forest outside the Wuyin Sect, the mountain path was deep and winding, resembling a stealthy python hidden in the darkness. A cold wind whistled through the trees, making the withered branches shiver and rustle, sending a chill straight to one's bones.
Sui Han wore a robe as white as snow, gliding lightly through the trees. Her pace appeared effortless and ethereal, yet carried a cautious wariness, every step landing with steady firmness. Faint murmurs echoed intermittently in her ears, the voices seeming to come from the distant, dark depths, yet simultaneously right beside her, as though invisible eyes were peering intently at her every move from the shadows.
Chapter 389