Wen Ran and Feng Yulan walked side by side, the cool mountain air brushing past them as they ascended a narrow path that wound up the mountain, leading them away from the city. The path was carved into the rocky terrain, small caves nestled within the mountainside. These caves were hidden by a spiritual array, concealing the private cultivation houses for the disciples of the sect—places meant for solitude, growth, and secrecy.
"My cave is up ahead," Feng Yulan said, her voice soft but purposeful. "Please be careful as you walk. The path is quite narrow and easy to trip over." She smiled, glancing over at Wen Ran, knowing full well that he wouldn't stumble, but wanting to tease him a little.
"The crevice is quite deep," she added, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Please take my hand, Brother Wen."