It was nearing twilight.
The twilight in the Netherworld was always incredibly beautiful.
Golden light of the Divine Tao scattered across this ethereal realm, adorning the exquisite landscapes.
There was no true night in the Netherworld, only a semblance of night—darkness. When the darkness descended, it was time for the Cultivators to rest, refine their hearts, and wander between heaven and earth.
This time, was also the most beautiful moment Zhou Yan spent with Mu Qingyan.
Zhou Yan gazed at Mu Qingyan, whose delicate face was tinged with a holy hue from the Divine Tao's light, and finally took a step closer, disregarding her shyness and pulling her into his embrace.
Tightly, making it hard for her to break free.
A fresh, intoxicating fragrance wafted from Mu Qingyan, ensnaring Zhou Yan's heart and mind, and a joyful smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
"You, this person…"
Mu Qingyan chided.
