Chapter 68: Wind-Inhaling Dew-Drinking Art
Lu Jianjia tried hard to recall what these mountains looked like when there was no mist.
She had looked upon mountains and rivers countless times, their scenery deeply imprinted in her mind.
But she had never once seen the view beside this cliff, so she could not remember at all if there were trees or protruding rocks.
This mist was truly an eyesore.
Annoyed, she reached out her hand to wave it away. Surprisingly, several images surfaced in her mind—the shifting of mountains and rivers, from sunrise to sunset, and from swirling clouds and mist to a vast, cloudless sky.
A miraculous scene occurred: the thick white mist on the cliff drifted to the side.
Lu Jianjia looked at the edge of the cliff, where there truly was a crooked-necked tree.
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Gu Shiyi was standing on the tree, holding a rope. Tied to the other end of the rope was a little fox, which he swung back and forth in midair. At this moment, it had clearly fainted from fear, its tongue sticking out and its head tilted to one side.
He raised his head, and after his bright eyes caught sight of Lu Jianjia, he leapt down, landing right beside her.
He set the little fox aside, reached out, and scooped her up into his arms.
Lu Jianjia breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she had finally fulfilled his requirement.
His palm supported her back as intense heat continually emanated from it. That warmth flowed into her body, surging toward her numb lower half.
As the warmth circulated, Lu Jianjia felt that she was gradually regaining movement in her lower body.
