Faint mists swirled in the vicinity of the small cobbled path on which Zhou Yuan cautiously advanced. After several minutes, the view before his eyes gradually expanded as a stone pavilion appeared in his sights.

Zhou Yuan approached the pavilion, only to be stunned. To his surprise, there was already someone inside.

In the stone pavilion, a beautiful figure in white leaned against a stone chair. Her white clothes outlined her slender curves, fine black hair hanging downwards, a bottle in one hand and a cup in the other as she leisurely poured for herself and drank.

Zhou Yuan’s gaze paused on the beautiful figure’s face. the corners of his mouth immediately beginning to twitch.

“Yaoyao?!”

Zhou Yuan’s eyes nearly popped out from their sockets.

Zhou...