Isn't He Heartbroken
編集者: EndlessFantasy Translation
The sky was an azure blue expanse, dotted with languid white clouds.
The clouds hung low like flowing water, gently caressing the ancient moss-covered stone steps.
It was like a beautiful watercolor painting. As one after another, the Main Path Guild disciples in blue robes seem to dot across the watercolor painting, giving it a little pop of color.
At that moment, heaven and earth were plunged into a state of tranquility.
At the foot of the mountain, by the gated memorial arch, a couple of the upper fourth-class disciples and the elders of the Main Path Guild were staring at the figures on the cloud stairs. Their pupils shrank!
After 500 steps, the difficulty of ascending the cloud steps would increase in difficulty by leaps and bounds.
No one could have imagined that such a shocking scene that struck a blow to their psyche would occur before their eyes.