"Meng Qingzhou, where do you think Sacred Mountain is? It's hidden so well that countless people have searched for it over thousands of years, but no one has ever found a trace."

Dongfang Liuli sat on Meng Qingzhou's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, their noses touching, as she whispered softly.

Meng Qingzhou's Adam's apple bobbed as he felt the warm breath and rich fragrance coming from her, making it hard to resist a taste.

"Sacred Mountain..." Meng Qingzhou wrapped his arm around Dongfang Liuli's slender waist and said calmly, "It's far away in the sky but right in front of us."