The mountain cliff was boundless and suffused with purple mist. Auspicious light lingered around it. There were also ancient pines that had been rooted in the crevices of the cliff for thousands of years. They were verdant and dripping, and the trunk of the tree was as vigorous as a dragon.
A white-robed youth stood on the cliff in a tranquil and otherworldly manner. He was a great cultivator floating in the wind as he gazed into the distance, as if he was a banished immortal riding on the wind.
He looked to be in his teens and was incomparably delicate. His eyes were especially bright, and every strand of his hair was sparkling and translucent. It was as if his entire person was glowing.
It was precisely Chu Feng. He had become the twin kings and was quietly experiencing the changes in his body. When he wasn’t moving, he was like a orchid born from the outside world. He was fresh and aloof, bright and delicate.
