She was sitting at the edge of a cliff, letting the breeze brush her face, her shapely legs dangling over the precipice and swinging idly. She looked utterly at ease. After sitting there a while, Liu Xian'er gazed up at the blue sky through narrowed eyes. At length, her delicate brows creased, and she sighed. "These carefree days won't last much longer. I've been away for over two years. It's time I returned to the mountain! I hope he's back already!"
Whenever she had time to spare, she liked sitting alone in a high place like this, facing the wind and gazing at the blue sky and white clouds. Her background was simply too distinguished, and she was breathtakingly beautiful. Although she was treasured and pampered at Rainbow Rosy Peak, she did not have a single friend. Everyone yielded to her and indulged her; even their interactions never went beyond superficial courtesy. As for the male disciples of the other peaks, they merely coveted her beauty and status, hoping to ascend to the Great Dao through dual cultivation with her. Only Li Xiaoya gave her the feeling of having a sincere friend.
After sitting there for who knew how long, Liu Xian'er pressed her hands against the cliff edge and sprang out into empty air. Closing her eyes, she plummeted straight down like a shooting star. Could Liu Xian'er actually be seeking death?
She fell faster and faster. Below the cliff lay a rushing stream. Liu Xian'er slapped the Storage Pouch at her waist, and a streak of blue light shot out. Her falling body stopped short in an instant, then, with a bang, she became a streak of blue light soaring into the sky, leaving behind delightful laughter like the tinkling of silver bells.
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