The Legend of the Jade Hunter

Qingxi smiled at me, a flush passing over her face. As if it were the first day she had met me. Her voice flowed like a murmuring stream. Her gentle air was like blue jade. Her eyes were cool and deep as black jade. Her face was as exquisite as white jade. Only her inner force was gone. The inner force of a martial arts master. To all my friends from Linglong Tianxia, I dedicate this story to our leader, Yuruo, and King Heilong. (What a lovely name, King Heilong. I want it too!!!) Theme: