Chapter 121: This Cultivation Disciple Is Excessively Pretentious (1)

Rolling mountains stretched into the distance, dense with ancient trees and veiled in misty rain. Like a dreamlike gossamer, the fog drifted languidly, at times clinging to the landscape and at others draping over the peaks like a thin shroud, leaving the summits half-hidden and shrouded in an aura of boundless mystery.

This was Nanyu Forest, situated just outside Raindrop Town, the threshold to the world of cultivation.

A woman lay quietly beneath a tree, motionless. Were it not for the faint rise and fall of her light blue robes, one might have mistaken her for a corpse.

"Host—"