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From the side door of the Rest of Peace to the west, three hundred steps or so would bring you to the ridge. There was a small pavilion built here. It was called Hearing the Wind. The pavilion had a wide field of vision, allowing one to see mountains move up and down, with mountain peaks overlapping each other. The scenery was picturesque.2

If it was a sunny day, there would be clouds as vast as the sea, and if it was a dark night, one could look up to the sea of stars and see the bright moon. If it was a sunny morning, one could see the sun rising from the east, and the glow of the sun could be seen from the east; if it was a stormy day, one could hear the sound of rain and smell the fragrance of plants.

It was night. A clear splendor could be seen for thousands of miles. There was a young girl dressed in plain clothes sitting next to the beautiful woman from the Wind Listening Pavilion.

She hugged her knees as she sat there quietly, staring into the distance beyond the railings where the mountains and the stars intersected, lost in thought. As the mountain breeze blew past, the black hair by his ears lightly fluttered.

The White Deer Mountain was located to the east of the west, while the direction she was facing, was the northwest.

Beside her feet were two short blades, named Zhi Yan.

The stars did not change, only the crescent moon from the east to the west, slowly gliding through the stars, finally disappearing into the mountains to the west. The faint shadow of the moon quietly shifted under the eaves, carefully as if it was afraid of disturbing the girl.

When the first ray of sunlight fell from the clouds in the eastern sky, the young girl who had been sitting quietly at the Wind Pavilion all night slowly raised her head.

Appearing together with the morning glow was a woman with a graceful figure, exquisite curves, red hair, and appearance like ice and snow. Multicolored light suddenly appeared behind the young girl, and the woman in red rushed into the pavilion like a floating leaf.

The woman in red wielded a snow-white sword in her hand. Her brows were like frost, and her temperament was cold and indifferent. Her gaze on the young girl, however, was filled with warmth and pity.

"Senior Song." Noticing the other party's arrival, the young girl in plain clothes lightly called out. However, she did not retract her gaze from the northwest direction. It was as if there was something that she greatly missed in that empty mountain range.

Song Jiao sighed softly and said in a gentle tone, "I didn't want to disturb your peace and quiet at first, but the time has come."

The girl gave a soft "hmm" and picked up Zhi Yan, who was by her feet, and walked down from the beauty seat. She raised her head and looked at Song Jiao, "Let's go."

Song Jiao hesitated for a moment before she finally couldn't help asking, "An Xin, must you really go? The Devil Slayer Valley was filled with danger. Even if it was a prisoner seeking disciple, they would only be able to come out twenty to thirty percent after entering. In the past ten years, there have been no more disciples entering the sect, you … "

She was unable to say the following words, but Lin Xin understood what the other party meant. It was hard to come out alive from the prison state, let alone the fact that she was only in the Xumi realm.

Lin Xin's smile was gentle, her dimples were light, and she was so beautiful that even the morning glow had fallen. Her eyes were especially resolute, "To be able to gain the most powerful inheritance from the sect, I must go."

Song Jiao stretched out her hand to caress Lin Xin's face, and said lovingly and bitterly, "The moment you entered the sect, you became the sect master's direct disciple. In just a year's time, your cultivation had already reached the middle section of the Xumi Stage. With your talent, if you continue to cultivate according to the rules, sooner or later you will become one of the top experts in Western Paradise. Why are you in such a hurry? "

Lin Xin didn't say a word, but looked fixedly at Song Jiao, showing her resolution.

Song Jiao could not say much. After pausing for a moment, she turned around and said, "Since you've made up your mind, follow me."

"Thank you, Senior Song."

The two of them left the Wind Listening Pavilion and went down the small forest path. Passing by the courtyard of the direct disciples, and passing through the training plaza at the mountainside, they finally arrived at a valley in the forest.

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