Zhang Xian and the others turned their heads, also struck by the distant scenery.
At this moment, dawn had already broken, the distant horizon showing a hint of morning light that illuminated the land, gradually revealing the outline of the scene.
In the morning light, a majestic mountain stood towering, enveloped in a green ocean. Amidst the misty fog, the greenery was abundant, flowers bloomed in profusion, and an ancient palace appeared in and out of view…
"There's a palace on the mountain."
Zhu Qing pointed into the mist, her face full of excitement: "Could it be another relic from ancient times?"
"So beautiful..."
Fu Meiting's eyes curved into a pair of beautiful crescents.
"Senior sister!"
Zhang Xian, who was lying on Zi Yu's back, laughed: "Let's go and have a look."
"You want me to carry you again?" Zi Yu asked in surprise.
Zhang Xian deeply inhaled the faint, delicate fragrance emanating from Zi Yu's body and chuckled: "Aren't I unable to walk?"
