On Smoke Cloud Lake.
A gentle breeze blew by.
Chen Jingxuan, quietly reading alone on the boat, felt a slight movement in his heart.
He instinctively shifted his head, looking towards the Qing Deng lamp.
The fresh breeze brushed by, causing the lamp's flame to sway.
The pages of the book turned silently.
"..."
Chen Jingxuan gazed outside the boat again.
The misty waves were vast, and the cloud sea was empty.
Someone had come.
That person had already left.
...
...
Da Sui Sword Palace, Taoist Gate, Imperial City.
Xie Xuanyi, like a fallen leaf, drifted with the wind through this mortal world, moving ceaselessly.
Following behind him, Lu Yuzhen gradually grew uneasy.
Lu Yuzhen was well aware.
Xie Xuanyi did not move at random.
