Sister Yun looked up at Mount Olympus from high above.
It was merely a single peak, not a chain of mountains, yet it pierced the sky like a sharp sword.
By this time, Sister Yun's altitude had exceeded the cloud layer, nearly ten thousand meters above the ground. The piercing cold wind howled continuously around her, but even as she looked up, she could still not see the palace on the summit.
"Bai Qi, the seal you left behind, even after you left for so long, is still tightly locking this forbidden land, and today..."
Sister Yun sighed deeply with a hint of melancholy, holding the rifle handle with both hands in front of her, and closed her eyes.
The rifle gradually began to glow, with streams of silver brilliance traveling continuously along it.
Her breathing was smooth and rhythmically unhurried, yet her eyes remained closed, the brightness on the rifle growing more and more intense.