It was that woman, her form slightly revealed beneath the surface of the Jade, only about seventy to eighty percent visible. Through the thin and transparent Jade, she slightly lifted her chin to gaze at the silvery moonlight that resembled flying snow.
Her eyes distant, unparalleled elegance.
Just a silhouette, a side profile, amidst the vast snowfall, intertwined with crimson ivy.
And then, in a fleeting moment, she vanished into the Jade, leaving no trace.
After a long while, Qin Yu turned her face and said something to the Golden Wall.
"Now I know why."
— Why?
Qin Yu smiled slightly, "She just saw this moonlight and felt in a good mood."
No one cares about some mole or chosen one.
Only a woman with insight, experience, and capability can eventually live driven by her own mood.
— ...
After a long pause, the Golden Wall replied.
— Only by standing atop the peak can you view all other mountains as insignificant.
