Lü Yue followed the map Meng Zhao had given him, heading deep into Hengqu Mountain without pausing for a moment. At last, he arrived before the valley where Mountain Lord and Shanhua lived.
Under the sunlight and in the gentle breeze, the fragrance of flowers and grass slowly drifted into his heart. Lü Yue's spirits lifted greatly, and the anxiety, urgency, and worry that had plagued him for days eased considerably.
On a cliffside, beneath scattered golden sunlight, a nimble yet slender figure leaned against a black "big cat," her arms wrapped around her knees as she gazed into the distance, her expression tinged with melancholy and sorrow.
Mountain and wind, wind and maiden, maiden and nature—they formed a tender, splendid painting that, in an instant, seemed like a soft breeze blowing into Lü Yue's heart.
"Is she Shanhua?"
Lü Yue's heart skipped a beat. A powerful, overflowing emotion unlike anything he had ever felt surged from his strong heart, thump, thump, spreading through his entire body. At that moment, he felt that, apart from Young Master, no one else had ever stirred his emotions so deeply.
Could this be the legendary love at first sight?
In truth, Lü Yue had only caught sight of a fleeting silhouette and had not seen her true face. Yet even so, he still felt that the woman leaning against Black Tiger was so beautiful that words could not contain her.
As Lü Yue's thoughts shifted, his aura scattered, immediately drawing Shanhua's attention from atop the cliff.
She flipped herself onto Black Tiger's back, lightly patted the tiger's head, then descended from the sky. Crossing more than a dozen zhang, she arrived before Lü Yue, looking down at him from above.
Having encountered Ma Shaokang before, Shanhua did not find it particularly strange to