Luanfeng Mountain.
Meng Ji reclined half-sideways on a pavilion couch, her graceful curves partially revealed through a thin gauze. The alluring red at the corners of her lips was soul-stirring as she gazed at the purple Dao Jade in her hand. With a flash of her jade-white fingertips, this projection spanned across endless distances, manifesting within another piece of Dao Jade.
This was the very precious quality of the Dao Jade.
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