Buddhist bells, the moon, and the breezes.

The peak behind Southern Sky Temple was covered with towering trees and weeds. The moonlight shone the scattered leaves.

Long Cangyue stood in front of a lonely grave next to a tattered temple. The moonlight revealed her perfect jade skin. Her black hair fluttered in the wind like a dancing waterfall.

“Master, how did my mother die?” Her eyes were teary; even the eyelashes were wet. However, she tried her best to not let any tear come out.

A monk in a white robe looking only around eight or nine years of age stood behind her. He had a kind expression and held his Buddhist beads while speaking: “Consort Ji heard about your death and lost her will to leave. She ate an ice soul and ended her life.”

“Why didn’t Feng Feiyun tell her that I was still alive?...