Aspiring to the Immortal Path Chapter 220: The Nine Palace Illusion Formation

Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr

Surging waves beat against the reefs of Tigersand Island, filling the air with froth. Sunlight turned the waves silver while clouds of mist churned.

The sea waters flowed over the reefs and onto the sand, washing over a line of shallow footprints.

This line of footprints led straight to an eight-sided pavilion, where it was possible to see a pair of petite and bare feet waving around in the air.

Xu Miaoran was seated in the pavilion, a hairpin in the shape of a cloud thrust in her hair and her body garbed in a light gown colored vermillion. She sat on the bench within the pavilion, lost in thought. On the jadeite table in front of her was a letter.

She would occasionally grab the letter and look at it before putting it back down again.

She gazed into the distance, where the azure sea melded into the heavens, and the hazy splendor of the ocean appeared in her eyes.

She muttered, "Black hair, passionate eyes, and cherry-red lips surface in my mind. The path is unclear, the memory difficult to forget. The fear that we will not meet again makes my heart grow numb with panic…"

She grabbed the letter and looked at it again.

Not far behind her stood a maid in a green gown. Looking at how Xu Miaoran behaved, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. "Young Miss, you've already read this letter so many times. If you like him, just say it. What's the point in thinking about it so much? The women of my Horizon Ocean Pavilion have never been so coy before."

Xu Miaoran propped up her chin with a hand and said, "The problem is that I don't know if I like him or not…"

She was still young and had little experience with romance, so she didn't understand her own feelings.

She hadn't spent many days with Tang Jie, and she felt that falling in love with him just because of that wasn't taking the matter seriously enough. Yet after that chance encounter, his form kept appearing in her mind, and she couldn't forget him.

If Tang Jie hadn't written letters, then perhaps that impression would have

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