"Hmm," she nodded slightly, Water Rhythm is extraordinary, truly the True Dragon, her gaze followed the stream upward and her voice was soft, as if speaking to herself, as well as speaking to this world, "As they say, water does not have to be deep, it is spirited if there is a dragon."
This phrase naturally continued in her heart with the second part — a mountain does not have to be high, it is renowned if there is an immortal.
The mountain here is Cangwu Peak of Yin Sword Mountain, and who else could the immortal be…
She drifted off a little, lifting her gaze from the slightly rippling water surface, over the nearby firs, and then glanced back at the Cangwu Peak shrouded in mist behind her.
The shape of the mountain was half-hidden in the fog, silent and solid.
"Those words," she suddenly spoke, her voice still clear and cold, "cannot fool anyone."
