That face, beautiful enough to captivate the whole city, could brighten even this nameless path. Coupled with her identity as a Sword Immortal, truly invoked a feeling of being struck by a celestial being.
For some reason, watching Xia Daoyun walking towards him, a poem suddenly flashed through Lu Qingshan's mind, and then he couldn't help but laugh after coming back to his senses.
She certainly isn't Ding Xiang, too petty, but a snow lotus from the Heavenly Mountain might suffice.
Xia Daoyun walked to the front of Qingshan Palace, her steps light, not causing even a ripple, her figure then rose into the air, landing beside Lu Qingshan, without saying a word.
Drip, drip.
Raindrops knocked on the scaled roof tiles, gathering into thin streams of water that flowed gently along the grooves and eaves.
Lu Qingshan gazed, lost in thought, at the rainwater flowing through the tile seams, suddenly asking softly, "What was your biggest dream as a child?"
