Lingyuan Village—though this Lingyuan was not that Lingyuan—had been created by Ling Xiao through a thought and his authority. Every villager within it was merely fabricated.
Li Qing followed the Ferry Old Man, whom Ling Xiao had transformed into, here with great interest.
The villagers went about their business, each busy with their own work. Whenever they saw Ling Xiao, they respectfully greeted him.
The place had been designed to be harmonious. Li Qing instantly fell in love with its atmosphere; compared with her Water Prefecture, it was better by far.
Her Water Prefecture was filled with scheming, severity, and hypocrisy. There was no freedom whatsoever, unlike this place, where one could live freely and without restraint.
Like an inquisitive child, she looked around and inspected everything, picking quite a few wildflowers along the way.
A moment later, she followed Ling Xiao to the end of a small stream.
There stood a wooden house.
It was an utterly ordinary and extremely crude wooden house, though it had a small bamboo-woven fence around the yard, which was filled with all sorts of flowers and plants.
Several chicks and ducklings chased each other playfully. Li Qing relaxed completely, unconsciously spreading her arms and closing her eyes as she freely breathed in the rich natural scent around her.
Sunlight fell upon her translucent golden dress, vaguely revealing her exquisite figure. Ling Xiao could not help staring in a daze.
After quite a while, Li Qing opened her eyes, lowered her arms, and turned around, only to find Ling Xiao staring fixedly at her, drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, looking exceptionally lecherous.
"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Li Qing frowned in confusion. Following Ling Xiao's gaze, she repeatedly examined herself, yet found nothing amiss.
"Grandpa, is there something wrong with me?" she asked