The first rays of the morning sun peeked through the leaves. Feng Jiu was about to turn over when she remembered she was sleeping on the tree. She stopped herself in time and yawned instead.
"The air in the forest is so good!"
She blinked and listened to the morning breeze blowing through the leaves, the birds chirped away at the top of the trees. She felt at ease. But at this moment, she caught sight of the person who sat quietly on the tree next to her, looking at her. She fell to the ground in shock.
She held on to the branch and patted her chest as she glared at him: "Why have you followed me? Do you not make any sounds at all? Do you not realise you could have scared me to death?" She had not expected to open her eyes this morning to see this guy.
However, in her eyes, this guy was not the disgraced immortal she had first met. The feeling was more like a wandering ghost, always appearing by her side without her knowing it. How many times has it been now?
