On this day, a mass of clear clouds approached from the depths of the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range, slowly drifting closer.
On the cloud, two graceful figures stood elegantly.
The breeze swept by, causing their hair to flutter.
The one standing at the forefront wore a calm expression, seemingly indulging in the gentle mountain breeze.
Yet the woman behind her continually brushed her hair, her face appearing tranquil while her eyes darted restlessly.
"Ah Xiu, your heart is restless." A soft voice flowed from the lips of the woman in front, Nu Guan.
Upon hearing this, Wen Xiu couldn't help but let a bitter smile tug at her lips.
The nervousness of nearing one's hometown—who could truly keep their heart as calm as still water?
"Master, must we be so resolute?"
