In the evening, smoke rose on the mountain.
By the cliffside, Li Fan was tending a fire. The aroma was intoxicating; it was the smell of roasting meat, with juices sizzling as they dripped onto the flames.
Liu Ji stood to the side, a youth who was frivolous at the foot of the mountain yet quite well-behaved here.
"Come here," a voice called out. Liu Ji turned her head towards the edge of the cliff where Ye Qinghuang stood.
"Your senior sister is calling you," Li Fan looked back and said to Liu Ji.
"Me?"
"Yes." Li Fan nodded. Liu Ji was puzzled but still walked towards the cliff's edge. In front of her, clouds billowed. She looked at Ye Qinghuang, who stood with the wind blowing through her long hair, the setting sun illuminating her profile like an immortal from the world of mortals.
Standing beside her, Liu Ji felt an invisible pressure. She didn't know where it came from.
