Penglai Island, Goddess Cliff, after the peak.
The cliffs surrounded by mist appear like a piece of pure land from the Immortal World fallen into the mortal realm.
Shen Yiren, with bright eyes and rosy lips, smiled brightly as she strolled with Lu Changsheng, the two chatting and laughing.
Her slender figure wrapped in a green dress swayed gracefully, like grass in the spring, young willow branches swaying in the wind, fresh and elegant, full of life and spirit.
"Speaking of it, I've never heard about what Daoist Xuanmu seeks, where his Dao Heart points."
At this time, the beautiful lady looked at the elegant man, her rosy lips slightly parted, and asked.
"For us cultivators, what we seek is nothing but transcending heaven and earth, finding our true selves, and the immortal path ever-green."
Lu Changsheng's eyes were warm, speaking with a smile.
