Initially, Jiang Fan was puzzled, then suddenly understood, and finally, his eyes were filled with a burning gaze.
Fairy Yun Shang tied her jet-black hair into a bun at the back of her head.
Then she blushed, bent over, and lowered her head.
The roof of the palace.
The True Word Venerable, in a yellow long dress, sat on the roof, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, lost in thought.
The moonlight poured down, casting a dreamy, ethereal glow over her graceful and exquisite figure.
"What's the matter, Little Yan, is there a peerless beautiful man on the moon?"
The Jade Paper Heavenly Book flew out, and the small soul of the Lecherous Sage drilled out.
Lying leisurely on the book, looking up at the moon together.
The True Word Venerable softly said, "I miss my father."
"I don't know where he is at this moment, or whether he is well."
