Early in the morning.
A ray of sunlight shone on the peak of Violet Cloud Peak. The breeze was not dry as it slowly blew past.
Standing on the peak, Ye Qiu looked down at the vast land. Looking back at the past, it was like passing clouds.
Back then, on another mountain, there was often a sage-like old man sitting cross-legged.
Unfortunately, the past had passed and the old friends no longer existed.
Today was the thirty-first day of Ye Qiu's devil training. He stood at the top of the mountain and quietly waited for the two petite bodies to run wildly in the mountain stream.
In less than a moment, they had reached the top of the mountain.
"Grandmaster, we're here."
After a month of contact, Little Mengli no longer had the fear she had at the beginning. A smile is always hanging on her face, and she looked sweet, obedient, and sensible.
