"It's decided."
"Alright." The girl caressed the clear and beautiful blade of Liuli, glanced up at him, and said, "Then... if you can't do it, don't cry, alright?"
"...."
She took the lead, stepping upward towards the clouds.
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Pei Ye followed behind the girl, climbing the steps, as if living through a reversal.
The higher they went, the more the forest, rocks, and bamboo all gradually faded away, until only pure, faint clouds lingered at their side.
Passing through the clouds, the girl in front didn't speak, and Pei Ye himself had no desire to talk. If his heart and lungs had suffered torment in the oppressive pain as sunset approached in the Ming Hall, now his muscles and bones were tensing bit by bit—this was pure, thorough tension.