The ancient aura drifted through the air, sorrowful and intense, engulfing the space that had been desolate for countless years, enveloping everyone's hearts.
The ancient altar stood alone here, still majestic and grand, unweathered by the passage of time.
Mu Qianyue stared blankly at the altar before her. The Seven-Colored Divine Light seemed to possess life, as if it was calling to her, attracting her. The melancholy aura rushed at her and instantly melded into her heart.
Sorrow spread like ripples within her heart, flooding her entire being.
Unknowingly, a tear slipped down from the corner of her eye.
"My dear, why are you crying?" Nalan Jing slightly furrowed his brow, reaching out to wipe the tears from her face.
Upon hearing this, Mu Qianyue snapped back to her senses, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. Was she crying? When did that happen? She touched her face, feeling the traces of dried tears at her fingertips.
