In an instant, the desert illusion shattered, and everything returned to the scene of the great mountain.
But at this time, Xue An was no longer at the foot of the mountain; he had reached the mountain's peak.
The mountain wind howled past, carrying a biting chill.
Xue An narrowed his eyes slightly, for in the distance stood a person.
This person had their back to Xue An, seemingly gazing at the view below the mountain.
The mountain wind billowed the person's robes, making them appear ethereal, as if they might ride the wind away at any moment.
But Xue An noticed the frail body beneath those wide robes and the imminent sense of solitude about to overflow.
Xue An remained silent, proceeding directly forward to stand beside this person.
From the side, the first thing visible was the heavy Fine Gold mask on this person's face— it was Yue Guannan.
Xue An said nothing, simply standing quietly by, accompanying Yue Guannan in watching the view below the mountain.
