A thin mist floated in the pine forest behind the Shangqing Palace.
The one-armed woman lightly stepped through the mountain forest, weaving through the hazy mist. Chen Yi followed her constantly, fixated on her rising and falling silhouette, remembering how in a previous life when he first came to Cangwu Peak, she walked on leaves, and he couldn't keep up or find her trail even if he tried his hardest. When he finally returned to the Daoist Temple, she made him practice Qinggong even more, claiming his skills were lacking.
Pine branches ahead concealed a cliff.
As she had just stepped across a pine branch, the following Chen Yi couldn't resist and secretly pecked her cheek.
Zhou Yitang shivered as if pricked by a needle, whirling around with fingers forming a sword, "Are you crazy?"
Chen Yi gave her a carefree smile.
Zhou Yitang's expression remained unchanged, saying, "Stay away from me."
