It was night. The west wind suddenly tightened. In the distance, dust obscured the cold moon. Under the watchtower, just like the Transcendent Base, it had a spacious and comfortable space.
It's dinner time.
As Shen Ping ate, he browsed through the messages that Bai Xuan'er had sent him. There were many photos on this page of the message interface. Every photo was extremely tense and displayed his youth perfectly. Especially the art form that was arranged in letters, it vividly displayed the combination of photography and scenery.
Around the scenery of the Fairy Cave, there was sparse grass. The gurgling stream was like a mountain stream, so clear that one could see the bottom.
Footsteps suddenly sounded behind him. He did not react until the fragrance of skincare products drifted into his ears. A voice sounded, "Shen Ping, don't you think you're shameless? How could you let my cousin send you such an artistic photo?"
