After crushing a large mountain with a single sword strike, the depressed and frustrated Wu Qi let out a long cry into the sky. Bringing the body full of scratch marks and a heart of a youth filled with mixed emotions, he stepped into his sword beam and flew in utter confusion back to the Meng Fortress. What happened last night was like the first wet dream of a youth, imprinted deeply in Wu Qi's memory.
A rainbow deer was seen bouncing and leaping gracefully between the mountains, and on its back sat Yuji. Lazily, she stretched her back, then covered her little mouth with her hand and yawned. Her fair facial skin was decorated with a charming red hue. Her eyes looked watery, and she could be seen smiling. It was as if she was still recalling the pleasure that Wu Qi had given her. Then all of a sudden, a loud and sonorous sound of a flute came from a mountain peak next to her.
