Whited Nighttime Manhua

Ling Long's heart raced as she stood face-to-face with her friend at the eerie summit of Whited Nighttime. His once familiar face now seemed shrouded in darkness, a stark contrast to the moonlit landscape around them. She could sense an unnatural presence looming in the air, sending shivers down her spine. "Where have you been?" Ling Long's voice quivered as she finally spoke, her words echoing through the stillness of the night. Her friend's hollow eyes bore into hers, sending a chill through her soul. "I have been here all along," he whispered, his voice carrying a haunting tone that filled the air. As Ling Long took a step closer, she realized that this was not the friend she once knew. There was something malevolent lurking beneath the surface, a darkness that threatened to consume everything in its path. And she knew that she was in grave danger. In a sudden burst of courage, Ling Long demanded answers, determined to unravel the mystery of Whited Nighttime. But as she spoke, the very ground beneath her feet began to tremble, causing her to stumble backward in fear. The shadows seemed to dance around them, as if mocking their presence on the haunted mountain. And as a cold wind swept through the trees, whispering secrets of long-forgotten tragedies, Ling Long knew that her adventure had only just begun. With her heart pounding in her chest, she braced herself for whatever dark secrets awaited her in the chilling depths of Whited Nighttime.