Jiang Nan wanted to vomit, but nothing came out. The waves of nausea made her stamp her feet in fury, her grape-like eyes glaring at him with blazing anger.
"Do you still want to eat her crystal shrimp dumplings in the future?" Zhang Chen asked.
"If you keep being this disgusting, I'm never talking to you again." Jiang Nan glared at him furiously.
Zhang Chen fell silent at that. After all, he had just climbed down from her; it was not exactly appropriate for him to say anything too excessive.
"Do you know where Zhong Xiang lives?" Zhang Chen asked.
"Follow me!" Jiang Nan covered her mouth and led the way, giving Zhang Chen quite a spectacle to watch.
The two passed through layer upon layer of pavilions and towers. Jiang Nan did not lead Zhang Chen into the underground space, instead heading toward a distant waterfall.
"Shouldn't Zhong Xiang be cultivating underground?" Zhang Chen voiced his doubts.
"On every date ending in five each month, Zhong Xiang climbs out from underground and comes before that waterfall to ease the oppressive feeling brought on by the underground space. That waterfall has been claimed by Zhong Xiang as her private territory. Anyone who dares trespass will have their legs broken." Jiang Nan looked at Zhang Chen as she spoke.
"But you're different. You touched Zhong Xiang's butt and she still didn't chop you to death. You can come here."
"Don't bring that up. If Zhong Xiang hears it, I'm done for." Zhang Chen said irritably.
Jiang Nan smiled. "Now you know embarrassment? What were you doing before? Then you shouldn't have touched it!"
Zhang Chen was speechless. He did not dare continue arguing over the subject and could only follow silently behind Jiang Nan.
Before the waterfall, mountains and flowing waters