"I must have lost my mind, why did I insist on bathing in the Mist Spring Mountain? The Spiritual Spring there originates from the White Snow Mountain just like the Colored Brook here. If I had only stopped that thought, that incident wouldn't have happened."
Xuan Ge felt the coolness of the Colored Brook; the water here was cooler, more refreshing, but not as relaxing. There were some differences, but at least safety wasn't a concern!
As Xuan Ge, the goddess of a God Country, worshipped by all, how could she not maintain a clean reputation and a spotless name?
Suddenly, the colored sand at her feet twitched.
Xuan Ge was resting with her eyes closed. Feeling something strange, she opened her eyes and glanced at the soft colored sand beneath her feet.
