On the mountain path, Luo Feng and Yao Qing walked one ahead of the other.
The setting sun slowly sank in the west, and the once-bustling Black Wind Ridge gradually grew quiet, leaving only the sound of their footsteps.
Neither of them spoke, creating an indescribably strange atmosphere.
An escort mission…
Luo Feng wanted to find a topic to break the awkward silence. But seeing Yao Qing's stiff expression beside him, he swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
Is she angry? Is it because of what happened at the hot springs?
Luo Feng mumbled to himself, feeling even more clueless about how to break the ice.
In silence, they soon reached the mountainside, from where the stronghold was no longer visible.
"AHEM…"
A cough sounded. Yao Qing, walking in front, suddenly stopped.
"The path down the mountain is just ahead…"
Yao Qing's voice was uncharacteristically soft, like a continuous fine rain, carrying an indefinable emotion within it.
