Nalan Jing stepped forward, reached out, and embraced her shoulders, a faint smile forming at the corner of his lips, "My dear, aren't you being a bit distant? This isn't just her territory; it's also yours. She has always hoped you could help her manage the Poison Dance Sect. If she heard you talking so distantly, she might really get angry."
"Alright." Mu Qianyue couldn't help but laugh. Yes, if Mo Shangfengling heard her say that, she would definitely get angry.
...
In the lush and dense forest, there was a small pond, with crystal-clear water flowing gently.
A waterfall cascaded down from a cliff, like a white silk ribbon, turning midair into countless water droplets. In the golden light of the sun, they refracted into dazzling beams of light.
In the pond, Dongfang Ao had stripped off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, leisurely floating on the surface of the water, eyes closed, enjoying the momentary tranquility.
