Southern Yuzhou.
Deep within a primeval forest spanning countless millions of li, colossal trees soared hundreds, even thousands, of meters into the air, their dense branches and leaves blotting out the sun.
Beneath the great trees, it was pitch black, a place where daylight never reached. Rotting leaves and sludge had accumulated over the ages, forming a layer of unknown thickness.
Suddenly, a mass of solemn, majestic Sandalwood Golden Buddha Light appeared in mid-air and slowly descended.
"...Alright, there's no one else here. Can you let go now?"
Ling Changqing's voice was laced with exasperation.
"Absolutely not! What if you run away again?"
came a soft, melodious voice tinged with petulance.
Ling Changqing studied the beauty in his arms. Her face looked no older than eleven or twelve, but her figure was graceful and bewitching, her curves sinfully alluring.
