Three months later.
Pavilion of Heavenly Mechanism, Dao Concealing Peak.
Two people arrived together, their clothes still bearing the traces of dust and haste.
"Dao Concealing Peak?"
"We have finally arrived."
Of the two, the man turned his head to the woman in white accompanying him and said, "I thought I would be able to travel with you, Mengyao, to see the autumn moon over the cold river, not expecting such an incident to occur. Truly, fate toys with us."
The woman, dressed in white, pure as driven snow, with a veil adding to her mystery, her beautiful eyes clear as a secluded valley, remained calm and composed. She simply laughed lightly in response to his words, "Tianji Daoyin is as beautiful as any scene, how can it be inferior to the autumn moon over the cold river?"
"The scenery of Daoyin is indeed not lacking, but unfortunately, the treacherous hearts of men spoil the beauty of nature."