Dong Huiying held suspicions in her heart, looking blankly at Yixuan.
A man dressed in emerald clothes sat atop a horse.
His slender body was as graceful as Jade Bamboo, with an air and demeanor that were remarkable.
Even though she had known him for a long time, there were times when Dong Huiying was still in awe of his charisma.
Yixuan gazed ahead, the Ancient Temple concealed within the clouds and mist.
There was a faint contemplation in his eyes.
"Do you remember the Mountain God, my wife?"
Dong Huiying carefully recalled, "Mountain God... It feels like I've heard of it somewhere before?"
Suddenly, she uttered a sound of realization.
Dong Huiying displayed an expression of sudden enlightenment.
"I remembered!"
No wonder it sounded familiar.
