The sight of lush greenery was rejuvenating and refreshing. Even a merely ordinary person like Yu Liang couldn't help but be fascinated by the enchantment the forest held. If someone within the depth of the forest could play a piece on the zither while another listened, it would certainly become a beautiful story, like Bo Ya playing for Ziqi.
Lost in thought, Yu Liang's hand, like the high priest Cao Cao's, fell on the tree trunk beside him.
"Smack——"
High Priest Cao Cao's vine whip struck a nearby, nameless grass baby standing beside Yu Liang. The high priest grumbled, "How many times have I told you not to touch other trees indiscriminately in this forest? It's rude. The one next to you is the twenty-third generation descendant of my late wife, Eve!"
