C483 Epiphany

Qingshan was green, a living being, a newborn.

Yang Ping was waiting for Qingshan.

Unfortunately, Teng Qingshan didn't come, so he could only wait.

Under the waterfall and atop the bluestone, Yang Ping sat cross-legged for a whole day and night. The Qi of Top Yang in her body violently crashed against each other, her meridians scorching hot, like an erupting volcano