The night was pitch-black and the wind howled. High in the sky, the moon seemed so shy it had hidden itself away.
Zhao Rong followed the beautiful Tao Hua toward the most desolate area of Mount Shu. The True Martial Sect was vast, and the mountains were deep.
Zhao Rong followed Tao Hua for more than two hours, but they still hadn't reached the Cultivation Cave. Exhausted and gasping for air, he said, "Beautiful lady, isn't this Cultivation Cave a bit too far away?"
In contrast to Zhao Rong's panting, Tao Hua's complexion was as rosy as a peach blossom. Not only was she not out of breath, but there wasn't even a drop of sweat on her forehead.
