Morning sunlight pierced the thin layer of clouds, casting a golden glow over the winding mountain path. Ye Fan and his group of four proceeded slowly along a secluded trail, heading toward Nether Palace. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the occasional call of a bird breaking the silence.
"I remember this path," Qín Wǎnshuāng said, taking the lead. Her sharp gaze swept over the surrounding terrain. "Ten years ago, I played a game of chess here with my senior brother, back before he fell into darkness."
"Looking back now," Su Han murmured, "perhaps he had been plotting all of this even then."
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