Walking along the mountain path, the three of them felt as though they had stepped into a secluded paradise. The scenery so excited Long Xiang—who had been cooped up in Yanjing for far too long—that he scampered about everywhere, constantly snapping photos with his phone.
Seeing him like this, Lin Ce and Jian Jiu could only shake their heads with a helpless smile.
Further up, the mountain trail narrowed into a single-file stone path. It was steep, barely wide enough for one person, with a bottomless precipice yawning right beside it and a canopy of white clouds overhead, presenting a magnificent sight.
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