Tea Mountain Back, Dragon Lake—lakeside.
The man was handsome and dashing, and the woman was delicate and beautiful. They should have been a perfect match, yet for some reason, they were glaring at each other, locked in a fierce argument.
It was Dingdang, and the man before her was Li Ji—the immortal cultivator who had visited her just a few days ago, a disciple of the Thousand Autumns Sect.
Dingdang looked somewhat disheveled. There were clear signs of pulling on her clothes: one sleeve was wrinkled, and a few strands of hair had fallen loose, brushing against her snow-white cheeks.
Li Ji, on the other hand, appeared unharmed on the surface, but his brows were tightly furrowed. His face was filled with suppressed fury as he stared at Dingdang and roared, “Why? Why are you saying all t
