The thin mist flows gently, and the peaks appear and disappear.
The sharp peaks piercing through the mist resemble little boats drifting in the misty sea.
No wonder it is one of the Seven Views of the Holy Spirit!
Such a scene of a thousand sails vying, a hundred boats racing, stirred Lu Ran's heart.
It also eased a bit of his awkwardness.
Just a moment ago, when the Cloud Sea Sword Spirit rubbed his head, Lu Ran couldn't hold back, and his nose felt a bit sour.
Her movements, her gaze... they really resemble her too much.
Aside from the illusionary figure, is there any difference from his mother?
The dirty sewer rat secretly basked in a ray of sunshine, and he quickly turned around to look at the mysterious scenery of Yin Qianshan.
Lu Ran did not want to appear overly emotional.
The Cloud Sea Sword Spirit also sensed something, withdrew her hand, and stood side by side with Lu Ran at the edge of the cliff, with arms folded behind her back.
