The next moment, she withdrew her gaze from Yang Jing. Turning to Sun Ningxiang, she said gently, "Let's go. It's a fair way up the mountain, so we should head up to see the Peak Master soon."
With that, she led Sun Ningxiang up the path toward Yunxi Peak.
Yang Jing stood where he was, quietly watching their figures ascend the stone steps until they gradually disappeared into the mountain forest.
He lifted his gaze to the scenery of Yunxi Peak. The peak was majestic and beautiful, with clouds and mist swirling through the mountains, wrapping around the pines and cypresses like a light veil. The winter sun pierced through the clouds, its light falling upon distant courtyards of blue tiles and white walls, giving them a gentle and refined elegance.
The stone steps wound their way upward, dotted with a few hardy green plants. An occasional cold wind swept by, rustling their leaves. The entire peak was tranquil and serene, exuding an air of soft peacefulness.
