‘Another day with little gains. It seems the probability of random events is the highest now. Sigh… these are always the most troublesome.’
Biting into a sesame bun, Jiang Beiran sat on a deserted hillside, gazing at the distant scenery. This was a nice spot he had discovered while investigating around the Hidden Moon Sect. From this slope, he could clearly see Wisdom River, which divided Peak Province in two.
At a glance, the clear river stretched like a pristine white ribbon, its surface vast and misty. Now, as dusk fell, the newly emerged sunset reflected upon the water, dyeing the white ribbon in dazzling colors—like rosy clouds steaming above the river.
‘Such beautiful mountains and waters, such a splendid view. The Hidden Moon Sect’s sect leader really knows how to pick a location.’