After the rain was over the sky cleared up, which made it possible to see even though the darkness was falling. Seeing the figure on the summit of Peach Mountain, tens of thousands of followers at the front yard had mixed feelings, since the scene resembled that of the day Ning Que climbed the back hill of the Academy many years ago.
The dark sky was like a piece of black paper, hanging over the flat ground, and dozens of mountain peaks stood in between. It gave an impression that the sky would fall to the earth if not for these mountain peaks.
The night sky above the Divine Hall of West Hill looked a bit peculiar, with a skyful of stars yet no trace of the moon. The starlight sprinkled on Peach Mountain, covering it in silver.
Looking across the silver mountain pass, Ning Que stared at the Divine Hall of Light. Then he began to tidy his drenched clothes, tighten his wet hair, put away the bow and sword, and wipe the rain off his face.