Lingfei smiled beautifully like a blooming flower.
Gazing southward.
It felt as if the mountain ranges and seas separating them were merely within sight.
Her beloved was right before her eyes.
Almost everyone watching her in this pose hardly doubted whose silhouette filled Lingfei's eyes and heart at that moment.
However.
In a Heart Lake Lotus Pond unknown to others.
A vibrant Qinglian, originally swaying gently, began to sway more and more intensely.
Within the Lotus Pond.
It was as if a silent storm was rampaging in all directions.
A Qinglian, a pool of silt, two Flying Swords.
All were affected by the storm, none spared.
The deep black silt, like fine sand, accumulated deeper and deeper, submerging the lotus roots.
The Flying Swords, originally half-buried in the silt, now showed less and less of their blades as the silt piled up.
Lingfei gazed at the distant mountains, her smile unchanged.