The mountainside of Hehuan Peak was steep, and both sides of the path were lined with silk trees. The blossoms were in season, and pink petals drifted in the breeze, creating a dreamlike scene. But Lin Fan had no time to admire it. His heart raced faster and faster, hatred and wariness intertwined within him.
Ningxiang Hall stood halfway up the mountain. Incense smoke curled outside, while soft light filled the interior.
Lin Fan entered the hall, his gaze instantly locking onto the woman seated in the place of honor.
She wore a red gauzy dress embroidered with elaborate silk tree blossoms. Her long hair was loosely pinned up, revealing a slender, fair neck. Her alluring features were almost identical to those of Liu Ruyan in his previous life, yet carried an added air of a cultivator's coolness and authority. Her peach-blossom eyes captivated all who met them.
