As the Sect Leader of Daluo Palace, Gu Zhao naturally had to offer some perks to maintain the loyalty of his most powerful Guardian Star Official, the Winged Fire Serpent.
Yanxia Ridge. It had its ridges, and it had its valleys.
Within one such valley lay a hot spring. Steam billowed out, filling the valley and rising up to the ridges. In the daylight, the sun would shine through the mist, creating shimmering, rosy clouds—giving Yanxia Ridge its name.
Gu Zhao stood on a small platform at the entrance of the cave dwelling. The sun had just risen, its light grazing the peaks and forming halos that shimmered and blended with the rosy clouds in the mountain forest.
"Is it beautiful?"
A slender, fair hand caressed Gu Zhao's shoulder before sliding down to his chest. Then, Ye Ruyan pressed her soft body against his back, writhing gently like a snake.
