A trace of gloomy, sickly pallor clung to the moonlight as it struggled to pierce the tribulation Qi blanketing the heavens and earth, casting its pale, fragmented glow upon the heavy, crystalline barrier surrounding the Taiyin Divine Mountain, before spilling just barely onto the peak of Yaoyue Peak.
All was silent. Only the mountain wind swept through the deep forest of jade-green bamboo, stirring up a flurry of crisp, desolate whimpers that sounded like the lingering, inconsolable weeping of the world itself.
The benevolent Jiang Runyue sat quietly upon a cushion of pale ice-jade, her snow-white, flowing sleeves draped like congealed frost. Beside her on a light-green jade table, a cup of calming jade dew, wisped with spiritual energy, had long since lost its warmth.
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