A ray of morning light had just peeked out from the horizon. It was gentle. At this time, a graceful figure ran up a winding path.
She had changed into a pink dress, which made her look like a peach blossom petal blooming in the wind. She was bright and beautiful, and her hair fluttered behind her, making her look even more carefree.
Guan Yue stared at Ou Yangming, who was in a meditative state. She did not say anything.
After 15 minutes, Ou Yangming opened his eyes, which looked like they contained 2 star clouds that were constantly changing. He smiled and asked, "Young Lady, is there something important?"
