Inside the long corridor of Danhai Hall.
With every movement, Yingyue's graceful figure possessed a soul-stirring charm. Her lotus steps fell upon the ground as if treading upon a soft cattail cushion, making not the slightest sound. Yet at this moment, within this familiar corridor, her expression and aura lacked their usual unhurried composure.
The lingering sorrow fluttering between her brows caused the Danhai Hall disciples passing by to cast sideways glances in spite of themselves.
Chapter 253