Yudao Peak.

The rarely visited back mountain, with its quiet woods and clear spring water flowing gently, winding and finally converging into a clear pool. The rich spiritual energy gathered into clouds, slowly drifting with the wind.

"This is the life that immortals should have..."

Qing Muling sat in the pavilion, picked up the wine jar beside him, and drank the spiritual wine inside in one gulp. He exhaled a breath of air and lazily leaned back on the chair. The snow-white silk cushion was soft and smooth, just like the skin of his senior sisters. It felt extremely comfortable.