On Red Cliff, the skies are clear and bright, stretching endless miles without a cloud.
The spirit trees sway, their leaves producing melodious sounds, as a gentle breeze sweeps over, imbued with rich spiritual energy.
Cultivators staying here feel refreshed and immensely comfortable.
Lu Ping and Li Zhilu lock eyes, in this moment, their gaze is solely on each other, nothing else matters.
The two lean together, initially having many things to say, but now finding that with so much on their minds, they don't know how to begin; just quietly leaning against each other is enough.
Being able to accompany one another, feeling warmth from the other, brings a great sense of satisfaction.
In the warm, beautiful atmosphere, they are so immersed that they lose track of time.
They spent most of the day at Red Cliff until both realized that this is not the Cyan Mountain Sect, but rather the Heaven Mending Saint Realm, snapping out of their sweet reverie.
