In the Bright Moon Sect, the narrow mountain path was imbued with magical patterns along the stairs. It seemed to transform into something extraordinary by the influence of immortal energy.
Every step gave off a sense of stability and peace. It made the mind and the heart calm.
The surrounding flower bushes were extraordinary as well. Their auras harmonized, and the spiritual energy flowed.
Frequently, cranes flew by in the sky.
Jiang Hao and Hong Yuye were side by side as they walked up the stairs.
"Was that poem you just recited taught to you by your father?" Hong Yuye asked.
"Yes, I heard it from my father when I was a child." Jiang Hao nodded.
It was indeed true, but it was not his father.
"Is it good?" Hong Yuye asked.
"Not necessarily. It might evoke some feelings in scholars, but other cultivators might see it as pretentious or meaningless," Jiang Hao said.
"And you don't mind it?" she asked.