Inside the reconstructed jade pavilion of the Frost Heaven Mirror Terrace in Yaochi Holy Land, spiritual mist swirled once more like gossamer.
Yìng Tiānyáo leaned lazily against a brocade soft couch, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall while her fingertips toyed with an ice-crystal chess piece.
Opposite her, Yaochi Holy Mother Yao Qingyi held a black piece and gently tapped the board, suddenly raising her gaze to the surging sea of clouds outside the mirror terrace.
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