Lei Province, a certain suburb.

A young man was standing barefoot inside a clear stream. He was crouching, staring intensely at the water. On his waist hung a black jade that was swaying gently. Zhao Jiuge knew that this jade he had received from the old man was a bit mysterious, but he still couldn’t figure out what it was after so many years, so he had decided to forget about it.

On the shore sat the yellow-robed San Wu, watching Zhao Jiuge trying to catch fish. He was even more focused than Zhao Jiuge, and the knot in his throat trembled while his mouth watered.

Two meters away from San Wu was a fire that gave off the unique fragrance of burning branches.

Pei Su Su had a beautiful smile on her face while she watched Zhao Jiuge catch fish. The sun was rising in the east, and its light was shining on Pei Su Su. Her skin almost gave off a faint shine.

At this moment, she no longer looked like a goddess. Her hair was scattered across her shoulders and to the side, and her sleeves were rolled ...