Lin Mo finally nodded, after all, Sima Zining had put in a lot of effort for him recently, only he hadn't expected Xia Mengdie to be so understanding.
Mortals have their laws, and cultivators have their laws!
Sima Zining sat alone on a rock next to a flying spring in the mountains, idly throwing pebbles into the calm pool of water.
The flying spring flowed down like a white ribbon, cascading over rocks, moss, and trees, resembling a white sash cascading down a ravine, with the splashes of water sparkling with flecks of gold in the sunlight.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Sima Zining slowly turned her head and saw Lin Mo walking toward her.
"Why have you come?" A hint of surprise colored her clear eyes.
"I came to see you."
Lin Mo smiled faintly, seeing Sima Zining as one would an old friend, giving him a very warm and comfortable feeling.
With that, Lin Mo simply sat down next to Sima Zining.
