The Beiqiong Sect featured soaring mountain springs and rivers, shrouded in dense mists like a Penglai fairy isle. It looked like a true wonderland, reaching straight up into the clouds.
Right in the center of the main hall of the Beiqiong Sect hung a painting. The person depicted had flowing white hair, eyelashes that seemed to brush away the dust of history, and pupils that appeared to see through the chapters of Time. His gaze looked down over the world with a gentle smile at the corners of his mouth, as if an Immortal had descended into the mortal realm.
Axiu sat inside the grand hall, staring fixedly at the painting, momentarily lost in a trance.
Chapter 31