The next day.
The deepest part of the Northern Wilderness.
Patch after patch of verdant Cloud Bamboo waved in the wind, stirring green waves and producing a rustling sound. The scenic tranquility was utterly captivating.
Under the green shade of Cloud Bamboo, five women and one man were slowly making their way up the mountain.
"The Cloud Bamboo Array is just ahead."
Yun Wu looked at the familiar scenery around her, and her eyes couldn't help but grow misty.
This was her home where she had lived for eighteen years. Yet returning today, it felt like a lifetime ago.
Because this was no longer her home.
A lonely mountain without family, how could it be called home?
"Xiaowu..."
Wei Wan gently held Yun Wu's hand, but didn't know what to say.
Even the usually noisy Liu Su fell silent at this moment.
Mo Xiaolan also showed a complex expression, her head bowed, lost in thought.
The six of them finally reached the mountain top.
