At the base of Pure White Mountain, the mist swirled thickly.
Lu Yuzhen lay on a long bench made of white paper, as a graceful woman behind him leaned down to massage his shoulders. Her long hair cascaded down like willow leaves, brushing his face, while her pale hands kneaded his shoulders gently yet firmly.
Not far away, another woman sat poised, her delicate fingers plucking a zither, producing a melodious tune.
The scene resembled a fairyland.
"Lord Dao Master, is the pressure just right?"
Chi Wu asked softly.
"A bit harder."
Lu Yuzhen paused, revealing a satisfied smile. "When it comes to massages... it has to be Miss Wu."
But in the next moment,
The harmonious scene was shattered by the loud crack of thunder, disturbing the tranquility.
"Lord Dao Master——"
The silhouette of Jing San appeared at the edge of the mist, his voice echoing at the mountain's foot: "The 'visitor' has arrived."
"They came so quickly?"