Hong Yi bowed her head, daring not to speak again.
Yuehuan asked Hong Yi to leave and a smile appeared on her face. She mused, "Why would Yueyao, who was perfectly fine, run to the mountains to endure hardships? So it was a façade to pray for the Old Madam's blessing; she actually wanted the monks to dispel those rumors for her. That's even better, the better Yueyao's situation, the more advantageous it is for her."
"Whoosh—whoosh—" A fierce wind howled, and a thunderous roar echoed continuously in the forest, as if hundreds of beasts were bellowing, which was particularly terrifying.
Yueyao watched the windows tremble: "The wind between these mountains is truly frightening." The wind in the Capital City would never be this strong.
