Outside Ethereal City, deep within the dense forest of a mountain range.
A man and a woman were panting through their exertions. Although they deliberately suppressed the sounds of their lovemaking, those sounds still carried far. Thirty meters away, a handsome youth of only sixteen or seventeen was idly kneading water vapor. Bubbles drifted from his palms, hanging in midair and slowly rotating like crystal balls.
Half an hour later, the breathy moans deep in the forest grew louder and louder. The youth furrowed his delicate brows, shook his head helplessly, and sighed. Another ten minutes passed. The moans had long since stopped, but the commotion in that area only grew louder, seemingly without any intention of stopping.
"Little Wood, are you done yet?" Growing impatient, the youth called out, "Father must be getting anxious waiting for us. Could you hurry up and finish?"
"Almost done, almost done!" The youth exercising inside answered with a grin and quickened his movements. He turned over the beauty beneath him, who had long since fallen silent, pressed her against a large tree, and continued thrusting from behind.
Quite a while later, Han Mu, tall and slender, equally handsome and finely featured, with well-proportioned muscles, slowly emerged while pulling up his trousers, his face full of satisfaction. Glancing at Han Shui, who was condensing water vapor with divine power, he smiled and said, "Creating life is the most enjoyable thing there is. Why does a blockhead like you have absolutely no interest in such a loving activity?"
"You've been creating life all along the way. Have you actually created any?" Han Shui rolled his eyes. The spinning bubbles suddenly flew toward Han Mu, transforming into a torrent that poured down over him and washed every trace of the sexual odor from his body.
"No.