Chen Qing followed the female disciple of the Nine Heavens Lineage through layers of cloud-wreathed pavilions before finally arriving at a distinct pavilion. The pavilion, named Guan Yun, was open on all four sides. Leaning against the railing and looking out, one could see the churning Cloud Sea and the dark green mountains. It was a spectacular sight. Its interior furnishings were quaint yet luxurious.
"Brother Chen, please wait here for a moment. Brother Nan will arrive shortly."
The female disciple gave a graceful bow, her voice soft and beautiful, before quietly stepping aside to stand in silence.
Qing gave a slight nod and slowly walked over to a purple sandalwood chair. He sat down, his gaze appearing calm as he admired the Cloud Sea outside the pavilion, but his mind raced with thoughts.
