The sky was a vast azure, where Cloud Hes soared freely, stretching their wings.
They beat their wings to fly high, scattering the white clouds, or swooped down to skim across the surface of the lake, stirring up ripples.
At this moment, Murong Caiwei stood in a pavilion in the middle of the lake, her hands behind her back, her figure slender and captivating.
She quietly gazed at the Cloud Hes, but the anger in her heart refused to dissipate.
"Sister Caiwei, it's true that Hei Liwu and Muri Guang Huang are secretly competing over the top spot on the Celestial Ranking. But if we keep this up, will we really drag Fang Yang into it?"
The question came from a clear, sweet voice.
The speaker was Murong Cairen, a great beauty whose looks and figure were in no way inferior to Murong Caiwei's.
Only after hearing her younger cousin speak did Murong Caiwei turn her gaze.
