Gu Xiaoqi murmured softly, "They have passed by. Let us also go quickly, lest all the good things be snatched away by them..."
She put away the bimetallic stone mother and followed the cultivator in front, running ahead.
"Xiaoqi!"
"Let's go, let's catch up!"
Zhe Liang and Zhongren, seeing this, hurriedly followed suit.
The attic was built on the mountainside of a large mountain.
Soon, the group arrived at the location of the attic.
Here, clouds and mist enveloped the area, with a waterfall flowing down the mountainside near the attic, emitting the sound of rushing water.
Splashes of water sprayed, carrying a large amount of moisture.
The moisture, carried by the airflow, drifted and formed a white mist between the attics.
Being within it felt like entering a fairyland, ethereal and unreal!
It was truly as picturesque as pavilions and towers!
The location where the attic was built truly lived up to the description in poetry.