Two days passed, and the Fenghua Sect was unusually quiet. The fight the rogue cultivators had been waiting for never happened.
The mountains were veiled in a hazy mist, the rising wind brought life to all things, and the pleasant sound of babbling water wove through the Fenghua Sect. The stream grew swifter and swifter, finally surging headlong into the waterfall at the edge of the cliff below the mountain.
Li Chunfeng stood with his hands behind his back at the cliff's edge. A spring breeze brushed his face, fluttering his white robes patterned with faint designs, making him look from afar like a dashing and carefree youth of romantic spirit.
Chapter 33