The breeze blew by, and occasionally leaves turned and fell. Looking into the distance, behind the rolling hillsides, there is a clear blue lake.
Wuyin stood on the tree, wearing a white dress. There was no emotion in her black and white eyes, and her long black hair was messy. The delicate face was slightly pale, as if he had seen something. Wuyin blinked, frowned, and used Qinggong to fly towards the lake.