"Snap!"
After a crisp, clean snap, Liang Yi and Su Youyi came to their senses, surprised to find themselves already seated in an unfamiliar pavilion amid the rain.
There was no spiritual power fluctuation, no sensation of teleportation, no sign of Daoist skills being deployed—only a gentle clap of the hands!
"There is nothing within the Void, only boundless solitude. Therefore, anything one desires must be obtained through their own efforts."
Across from Liang Yi and Su Youyi in the pavilion, Qinglian waved her hand again, and three steaming cups of tea appeared on the stone table in front of them.
Liang Yi turned his head to look outside the pavilion, where misty hills emerged through the smoke and rain; the fine rain pattered down, forming a curtain that enveloped the entire world. Their pavilion was situated in the middle of a lake, connected to either bank by stone bridges, while the lake itself rippled endlessly amidst the misty rain of Jiangnan.
