While Xuanyan and Lingling drifted into a deep sleep after their fierce battle, far away—inside the inner sect chamber atop a mountain peak—another intriguing confrontation was unfolding.
Mountains peak
Elder Han Meiyu's mountain peak loomed above the sect, isolated and steep, its upper ridges buried within heavy storm clouds. Lightning flashed repeatedly across the sky, briefly illuminating the stone halls gripping the mountain before darkness swallowed them once more.
