At this moment, the stream surged violently, and fish were now plentiful in the water.
Upon touching it, the water was surprisingly warm.
Su Mengzhen had skillful hands, so she used her homemake stone pot to make soup with the water.
Song Cheng followed the stream with his gaze into the distance.
Although the weather was warm, for the water falling from high places to retain such warmth could only mean one thing… the Earthfire here was intense.
In other words, the Yang Qi was dense, which was the exact opposite of the northern lands.
Yin Qi leads to the birth of evil spirits;
Strong Yang Qi attracts demon beasts...
Yin and Yang generate each other; everything seemed to take on a sense of symmetry.
Song Cheng, feeling the warmth of the water, suddenly furrowed his brows, turned to look at Su Mengzhen, who looked like a rural beauty gathering firewood and stewing fish soup, and said abruptly, "Is it possible that we've both entered a misunderstanding?"
