After making a bold decision, Li Qingling picked up the sleeping Luo Xiu and went to a wilderness far from Purple Dome Peak.
Towering peculiar peaks resembling great swords stabbed into the ground stretched for miles, crisscrossed by rivers, shrouded in immortal mist, and inhabited by groups of exotic beasts and soaring rare birds.
Deep in that wilderness, there was a hidden and exquisite waterside pavilion.
This was one of Li Qingling's many secluded retreats, where she would occasionally come to ponder the Dao.
Li Qingling carried Luo Xiu into the pavilion and gently laid him on the bed.
After a moment of hesitation, her cheeks flushed red, she slowly lifted her long white gauze skirt, which had already covered her high-heeled silk-clad feet, revealing her long legs elegantly wrapped in sheer patterned white silk.
...
Time seemed to have no end.
The slight tingling pain deep in his stomach awakened Luo Xiu from his dreams.
