If the Heart Is Immortal, Love Will Return to Its Place

It was the scorching summer heat, but somewhere in the Wudang Mountains was a cool place. An extraordinary and handsome man was sitting cross-legged, with mist emitting from his body. The man's eyebrows were slightly closed, and his thin lips seemed to be curved in an arc. The breeze passed by, picking up his moon-white thin shirt, and it was shaking gently in the direction of the breeze. Looking at this man again, although he is on the top of the mountain, he is as stable as a rock. Facing the lush green trees, the scenery in the mountain is even more pleasant. Occasionally, you can hear the crisp calls of birds flying by. If outsiders see this scene, they will all sigh, how natural is this? "Mu...