Shi Feiyang woke up from his sleep, walked out of the tent, and stretched lazily.
Gong Simeng slowly walked to Shi Feiyang's side, took a deep breath of the fresh air, and the freshness gently flowed into her lungs. Her chest slightly rose and fell, and with deep emotion, she said, "This tranquility is truly rare! Without the clamor and strife of the Martial Arts world, it feels great." Her voice was gentle, and her eyes sparkled with a tranquil and satisfied light, her profile softly outlined by the sunlight.
Shi Feiyang smiled slightly, the smile akin to the warm sun of spring, gentle and soothing, his gaze deep like stars twinkling in the night sky, and he softly replied, "Indeed, such a tranquil moment is truly rare. However, we live in the Jianghu, and sometimes have no control over our own lives!"
At this moment, Xiang Kun returned with several disciples on horseback, the sound of hooves clattering, breaking the brief tranquility.
