On Chuyang Peak…
Jiang Ming was reading quietly as he swayed his rocking chair.
The sunset hung on the mountain as the fair breeze blew. The surroundings of the pavilion had vines intertwining. Bright flowers were blooming on the vines, sending fragrance out with the breeze. It was simply tranquil and beautiful.
"At first sight, Brother Jiang, you're a quiet and peerlessly handsome man." Xi Yao sat in the pavilion, swaying her feet as her laces fluttered.
She looked at the person below and in front of her and sighed inexplicably. "After getting used to your look, I discovered that you're just like an old man without any motivation and ambition. You don't fight, nor do you cultivate. You only enjoy your sunbath every day."