Longbo Valley

Two hundred li north of Cangwu Mountain lay a stretch of rolling hills. Amid the lush green hills was set a gorge called Longbo Valley. Within the valley lay a winding long lake, no more than two hundred zhang in length, no more than thirty zhang across at its widest point, and less than five zhang deep at its deepest. This was Longbo Lake.

Liu Xiaolou stood by the little lake, like a jade belt, watching the hazy morning mist rise from its surface and feeling the faint spiritual energy carried in by the morning breeze. He felt truly refreshed and praised, "What a fine spiritual lake."

For a thousand years, Lou Jiaming had been buried in the dark underground. To pass the endless boredom, her Spiritual Sense had spread across a radius of ten li, watching flowers bloom and fall, watching seas turn to mulberry fields.

The moment Lu Qingqing saw Yang Xiuying, her eyes stung. She had not felt this miserable even when they had parted ways. Now, seeing Yang Xiuying leaning against the door and waiting for her return, her heart was filled with particular sorrow.

She flew out from the Wooden Man, and Neji appeared at her side and caught her. Then he used the Mystical Palm Technique to treat her.

At this time, Worker Zhang had already driven over. When he arrived and saw that the carpentry crew had already begun work here, he came straight over and said to the one he had spoken with twice, "You really were acting rather strangely yesterday."

"What else could this be but concern for me? Your words say no, but your heart says yes!" Shao Liang said happily. At the same time, he kept his right eye shut and covered Wang Mazi's mouth, preventing him from popping