Night had passed quietly, and the gentle morning sun once again enveloped the land.
Mist rose faintly among the forest, and the silhouettes of Shi Feng and another fade in and out within the mist. Sunlight streamed through the leaves overhead, casting a kaleidoscope of light that decorated the woods. At a glance, they seemed to be in a dreamlike fairyland.
Shi Feng was still cultivating, while the white-clad noble, Jin Mo, had long since had his bonfire extinguished, leaving behind a pair of dampened wood charcoals from the dense fog. His right hand still propped up his chin, but his beautiful face now sported slightly squinted eyes; he had fallen asleep unknowingly during the night, softly snoring.
At that moment, Shi Feng's eyes suddenly snapped open, and he shot forward toward Jin Mo with tremendous speed.
"Eh?" At the same time, Jin Mo's body jolted awake. As he was just opening his eyes, he suddenly saw Shi Feng flying toward him.
