"What did you say?"
Unable to hear the young man's muttering clearly, Liu Ruyan looked at him nervously, fearing that the capricious Duke Yu still had thoughts of killing to silence a witness.
But the feared event did not occur; the handsome, sinister youth in black merely chuckled, pursed his lips, and shook his head meaningfully.
"Nothing, let's go."
Carrying two curious babies in his arms, Zhu Haomiao strolled forward, turned the corner, and a breathtaking and magnificent scene immediately came into view.
An endless sea of pure white clouds stretched to the horizon, sometimes swirling like a thin veil, sometimes surging like waves, resembling a moving ink painting.
Looking down on that rolling, undulating, ethereal ocean felt as if standing atop the nine heavens, giving an illusion of transcendence and being in a fairyland.
In a daze, Zhu Haomiao understood why those "Immortals" in ancient times all retreated to the peaks of famous mountains and rivers.
