"What? There's a cultivator?" Wang Xiaoqiang withdrew his hand from Ye Qingcheng's delicate body, slightly rose, and looked down at the Heavenly Pool from the Spirit Spring Flying Boat.
In the early autumn weather, this season, the Heavenly Pool is most beautiful, and its water is the bluest and clearest. People often say the Heavenly Pool is a piece of beautiful jade set atop a snowy mountain, and this statement is true. Moreover, looking down from the Spirit Spring Flying Boat, one can clearly appreciate this fact.
Next to the Heavenly Pool, the area was desolate, except for three men who incredibly were standing on the surface of the water, not knowing what they were doing.
