"Brother, are you really not going?"
In the early morning mountain air, a faint mist floated around.
Li Muyang stood on the ridge, holding a giant water scoop and casting the Little Cloud Rain Technique, with steam winding above the spiritual fields and drops of water pattering down.
And behind Li Muyang, a young girl in a light green dress, carrying a food box, blinked her eyes and said.
"Today, Sister Ning has agreed to go down the mountain with me~~"
"She agreed to go down the mountain with me, knowing that I might ask you to join us. I believe with your cleverness and wisdom, you must have guessed the deeper meaning behind this, right?"
Li Yuechan spoke these words with a tempting tone.
Li Muyang, who was holding the water scoop and casting the Little Cloud Rain Technique, glanced at her.
He had almost forgotten when they started talking, but nowadays, the two siblings managed to exchange a few words every day when delivering meals.
