An old woman with white hair poked the stumbling Chiyun Yuexuan with her finger, "Are you the Shouting Cloud Great General? Are you alright? And Mrs. quarrel? People didn't run far, there it is ..." The old woman pointed to a stone bridge. In the shadows under the bridge hole, Murong Zhining sat on the stone steps, her hands clasped her shoulders and buried her head in her knees.

Shouting clouds Yuexuan along the stone ladder to the bridge, silently squatting next to Murong Zhining, ...