The sun was high in the sky, and the Qingyuan Mountain Range was lush and verdant under the blazing sun, with the sea of trees surging.

The two of them didn't ride the Nimbus Cloud. Li Mo held onto the Ice Block, strolling step by step towards Dan Ding Peak. Such a splendid summer scene would be a pity if no one appreciated it.

A gentle breeze occasionally carried a faint fragrance to their noses. Ying Bing, beside him, bathed in sunlight, her hairpins and ornaments glinting under the sun, yet they couldn't compare to the dazzling brilliance in her eyes, like a high and aloof divine cat basking in the sun.

More than a year had passed, and the girl's appearance hadn't changed much.