Flowing Clouds Send Lovesickness

The top of Qingyun Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and several shrill bird calls could be heard in the distance. Lin Qingyu opened his eyes, a flash of green light flashed in his pupils. The "Qingyun Jue" he practiced was extremely sensitive to breath, and this unusual breath made him wary.